***Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters or even the plots (though I did add to them with my imagination). However The Fields Family and story arch are my own and if you'd like to use, please let me know. I'd be happy to collaborate!

To my Fans of Supernatural:

So far I've given you snippets of their missing story. Though Lex has appeared numerous (undocumented) times, the stories I have written are the ones most important to their overall stories. You've read how they met. You've discovered Lex's relationship to John. You've seen how they have taken to each other. You may have also noticed the subtle over-protective nature the Winchesters have for Lex. But what you may not know is why. The simple answer - It is their Destiny.

This snippet of their story is probably the most important, because it sets the entire stage for years to come... Sam dies, Dean makes a deal, and Lex's destiny is revealed.

-Chuck-

The world felt cold. It was the kind of cold that gripped at the bone and never let go. Lex wasn't prepared for the sudden temperature drop. Lex was dressed for the mild spring weather of Holyoke Colorado, not New England winter. She hated the cold. But she hated monsters more.

For a couple of weeks now, Lex was on the trail of a monster that drained the blood of its victim. She'd chased the damned thing all around Colorado. Usually, Lex would've jumped on the 'vampire' bandwagon, especially when a person was exsanguinated – but something was very different about the victims. The victims were all complacent, as though they sat back and allowed whatever it was to drain them. Eli was able to do some preliminary work ups before Spring Break was over. He confirmed that all the victims were strung up with needles plugged into their veins. Vampires didn't need needles.

Because of the chase, Lex had little time to do research, but was at least able to come up with a few working theories. There were some demonic rituals that required fresh blood. Changelings drank blood, perhaps they'd gotten creative? Then of course there was Djinn. Lex adjusted the bag on her back full of all the necessary supplies needed to take out any one of the theories.

Lex maneuvered around the worn-down factory door and cautiously made her way inside. The monster had left a trail of bodies. Each victim had been found in an abandon factory, farm-house, or silo and all just a mile or so out of town – just like the building Lex was currently investigating. Each victim appeared to have been a run-a-way in disturbingly good health – just like the girl who went missing only a couple of days ago. Up until now, whatever Lex was tracking was smart enough to go after people that wouldn't be missed. But this time, the girl abducted belonged to a loving family desperate to get her back – hopefully alive. Lex planned to see to that.

Off in the distance, water dripped from pipes, rats scavenged for food, and bats expertly flew overhead. The building creaked with age. Lex fought down a shiver as she pressed deeper into the factory. Rusted machines, long passed dead, blocked her path. Hundreds of old pamphlets littered the floor. Machine parts and tool kits lay awkwardly open. The whole scene looked as if all the workers just left one day and never came back.

A box fell to the floor causing Lex to jump. She darted around to face the noise. Her Glock was up and ready. A shadow whipped by. Lex quickly disguarded her bag and followed, keeping her gun study and her movements noiseless. The shadow appeared on her left, closer. Lex twisted and walked. The shadow appeared on her right. She followed.

All movement ceased.

Lex paused listening to the sounds around her. Crickets, bats, rats… and – Lex spun around and shot as the shadow leaped out from behind a machine. The Shadow pulled her to the ground, landing on top of her with a smile. Her gun popped from her grip. Despite the moonless night and darkened room, Lex was able to make out the beings features. Though his skin was pale – almost blue – and dozens of tattoos scrawled across his face, he still looked human. The being held Lex in place with one hand as the other became enveloped in blue flame. Lex grabbed the demon's wrist with both hands, trying to hold him at bay while she came up with a plan. Any plan would do.

The demon was quickly overpowering her. Lex tried to use her small frame to squirm herself free, but the demon held her in place with ease. Lex rested one elbow on the ground, using it as stability, and locked both her wrists, stopping the flamed hand only inches from her face.

Still holding on to the monster's wrist, Lex brought her left elbow up, cracking the demon in the face. His head pulled to the side. It was just enough for Lex to use his momentum and the floor as leverage to roll him over and land on top of him. Before he could recover, Lex jumped off and grabbed the Glock. She aimed and fired with only a breath of space between his hand and her face.

The being paused and glared at her. "Shit." She barely dodging his touch and ran to her dag pulling out a silver knife and a vial of blood. Lex fumbled with the stopper, trying to open the bottle. The monster's feet pitter-pattered closer. Lex groaned in frustration until she finally gave up and ripped the cork out with her teeth. She dowsed the blade, spun around and stabbed the Djinn deep in the heart.

His flame hand extinguished as his eyes died. His body fell to the floor, lifeless. Lex sucked in several deep breathes of relief. "Silver and lamb's blood, bitch." She said in a huff. Lex stepped over the body – her night wasn't over. She needed to find the girl. Lex readied her weapon again and moved in and around the building. After determining the factory to be empty, Lex put away her weapon. "Andrea!" She bellowed into the broken down building. Animals scattered at the echo but no human replied. "Andrea Simms?" She called out again. "I'm here to help. If you can hear me…" Still nothing.

Lex's heart sank with the silence. Lex scoured the area. She looked for fake doors, basement access – anything hidden away from prying eyes. She spent half an hour looking for the girl or the body, but there was nothing. There was also no sign that a second being was here.

From all the gum-shoe work, she knew there was a partner and she also suspected they knew they were being followed. When they split up in Denver, she knew for sure. Lex followed the one she thought had the girl, but she was wrong.

Lex swore under her breath as she called Sam. "Hey."

/Are you okay?/

"Just peachy." Lex reached behind her head and felt the growing knot. "The partner has the girl."

/You sure?/

"Yeah. She's not here."

/Do you know what we're dealing with?/

Lex went back to the body to get a better look. "Yep."

/You owe me money don't you?/

"Yep."

/I bet you're glad you listen to me about the lamb's blood, aren't you?/

"Yep." Lex growled hearing Sam chuckle into the phone. "Yeah well, we'll see who gets the last laugh, Winchester." She threatened. "Were you two able to find anything?"

/Dean's been driving around where the other victims disappeared. I just talked to him a few minutes ago. He thinks he found something and went to go take a look./

"You didn't go with him? Talk about unusual." Lex hoisted her bag onto her shoulder and walked back to her car. "I'll head over your way and pick you up. Be there in a couple of hours."

Lex pulled into the motel room shaking her head in annoyance. On so many occasions Lex offered to put them up in a decent hotel, but every time they turned her down. Dean said he liked the run down motel vibe. He said that it made him feel all nostalgic. After the twelfth or thirteenth attempt, Lex gave up and joined their ways when she hunted with them.

After a while, Lex understood Dean's perception, though she would never tell him that.

Another thought hit her – two years. It only just seemed like yesterday when Lex was being tailed by the brothers. Yet, it also seemed like a lifetime ago. In the short time they'd know each other so much had happened. There was the Hell Fire Club, John's death, Dominic, and demonic possessions, not including the random hunts they went on, the midnight wake-ups asking for Lex's computer help. It seemed like every week she was getting a call from them to hack into some computer system, or remove their name from some 'most-wanted' list in some Podunk-town. On more than one occasion the request entailed getting the Impala out of hawk.

Yet, two years was also a long time for hunters to be friends. Hunters were either family or acquaintances. Friendship was a luxury hunters never had. It wasn't because hunters couldn't make friends – no. Hunters were fighting hell's rejects. Hunters didn't want to worry about others when they were already worried about themselves and the victims.

Those who were already in the life, were likely to die in just a few short years. It was hard to make friends with fellow hunters when it was extremely likely you'd see their obituary the following week. Acquaintances were those who hunters respected but wouldn't their death wouldn't interrupt the day to day life of a hunter. Hunters only let the people they trusted like family into their lives. These were the people they were willing to fight to save or die to protect.

Besides Eli, Sam and Dean were such people to Lex. And though they never said it aloud, she suspected the feeling was mutual – at least for Sam.

Lex brush the thought aside and got out of the car bringing a change of clothes with her. She could use a shower. Lex was covered in rust and dirt, and smelled like used oil. She knocked on the door once, waited, three times, waiting and then once more. The door opened, revealing a very concerned Sam.

"What's wrong?"

"I tried to call Dean, but his phone is dead. He should've been back already."

"Address?" Sam handed her a paper with GPS coordinates as they raced to her car.

Fifteen minutes later, the two hunters were pulling down a long windy road full of pot-holes and water-run-off rivers. Every time the car hit a hole, Lex cringed. Unlike Dean, Lex was not good with cars and the thought of how much it would cost to fix a radiator gasket or god even a timing belt…

"This is where his phone was last active."

"And there's the Impala." The two looked up at an abandon factory out in the middle of nowhere. The roof was caving in. Every window was cracked or entirely broken. A busted chain link fence was all that stood between dangerous monsters and the rest of the world. "Fan-freaking-tastic." Sam shot Lex a curious look. "Next time, I get to pick what we do for 'date-night'."

Sam smiled as a slight shade of red spread across his cheeks. "Fair enough. We need to split up to cover more ground." In the same breath, Sam tossed over tub of blood. "Just in case you're out."

Lex snatched it out of the air. "So considerate."

"Better than flowers, would you say?"

Sam disappeared off to the left. Lex took the right and sighed. The building was much like the one she was in earlier. Unlike the machinery surrounding her before, this place was covered in plastic wrap. No matter where she turned, she found herself brushing against the stuff and making an overabundant amount of noise. Lex felt like she was a thief trying to do backflips through a laser filled art gallery – except she wasn't one for flips and this wasn't an art gallery.

Lex went around another corner and found herself in a room full of fallen doors and chained up windows. The hallway was surrounded by over a dozen caged lockers, filled with empty boxes and long forgotten treasures.

A sound caught Lex's attention. She turned toward one of the lockers. Something caused the door to move. Cautiously, Lex walked toward the opening. Hands pressed against her back, pushing her into the cage. She fell forward, bracing her fall on a crate. Lex spun around to see a Djinn. "Where are they?"

The Djinn said nothing. Lex raced forward thrusting the knife ahead. The Djinn dodged to the right. Lex caught the cage door. When it didn't move, Lex realized the Djinn had locked them in. He held up the key.

"Seriously?"

The Djinn winked tucking the key into his pocket.

"Son of a bitch!" Lex growled. "I freaking hate cages." She punched the door in frustration before turning to the monster. "You're seriously going to regret this decision."

"I doubt it."

"Oh, so you can talk! And here I was thinking you were all mute."

The Djinn, apparently, wasn't interested in playing a quick game of word pong because he was attacking Lex the moment the words left her lips. Lex ducked just as the Djinn reached her and grabbed the beast's feet causing him to fall forward. Using his momentum, Lex ripped his feet up and over her back. His body crashed to the ground. Lex pogoed up and to the other side of the cage, bring the knife up to the ready.

With the Djinn on the move, Lex thrusted forward trying to catch him off guard. The Djinn expertly made his way around the blade catching her wrist and pulling it back in the process. Lex let out a groan and reluctantly dropped the knife. The Djinn pulled at her arm and directed her toward the cage, head first. Lex barely turned in time before the chain link caught her face and ripped at her skin.

The Djinn released his grip and went for the knife. The next minute he was throwing a flurry of jabs and kicks. Lex did her best to pay attention to knife in his hand as he swung and kicked. One kick pulled her attention away just enough for the Djinn to find the needed opening. Lex moved to the right only just enough to stop the demon from getting a direct hit.

The knife was sharp. It sliced into her shoulder like butter. She let out a scream, but the Djinn just continued his assault – not letting up. Lex did what she could to evade the attacks, while trying to get at the knife. Everything happened within milliseconds of each other. She was able to pull it loose, just as the demon came close. His right hand and eyes were glowing blue. He hand was reaching toward her face. He was close enough for her to thrust the blade deep into Djinn's bowels and guts.

His body went still as the blue died into nothingness.

Lex pulled the dagger free and reached into the Djinn's pocket for the key. Since the night with the Hell Club, Lex started having a rather odd fear of cages. The idea that she was locked up, unable to get free, caused nervous shivers to cover her body and cloud her mind. With methodical breathing and adrenaline, she'd been able to keep her anxiety in check. But now she wanted out.

It took her several long excruciating seconds to find the keyhole – outside the cage, and unlock the door. Down the way Lex heard Dean's voice. The girl was alive. Andrea Simms. Lex raced down the way, following the noise before coming around the corner to see Dean pulling the girl to his chest.

When Dean saw Lex at the doorway – he paused. She was expecting some kind of wistful remark or snide comment, but all she got was a meaningful stare. Sam cleared his throat pulling Dean's attention. "We need to get her to a hospital."

"I'll take her. You two shouldn't be seen in public – 'specially…"

Dean agreed following Sam out the door and to their cars. Lex muddled with the key-fob for a second before the doors clicked open. Dean put the girl into the back. "You'll be okay. I promise." Dean closed the door as Lex got into the driver's seat. The brothers came around. "Call us the moment you know anything." Dean begged.

"Abos…"

Sam reached into the car pulling Lex's leather jacket away from her shoulder. "What happened?"

"Apparently there was a third Djinn. Look, I'll call you two when I know something. Destroy the evidence." Lex pulled away with speed leaving the brothers in the dust. She pulled out her GPS and fumbled with the electronic buttons until she found the closest hospital – ten minutes away. "Stay with me Andrea. Stay with me." She begged. "Ten minutes!"

Lex continued to reassure the woman until she pulled into Emergency Room entrance. Lex ran out of her car and into the bowels of the hospital. "Please! I need help!" She screamed. A younger nurse ran to her side. "A girl – Andrea Simms." Lex reached into her back pants pocket and pulled out her Private Investigator's license - it was real. Unlike most other hunter's who pretended to be FBI or some other government agency, Lex found being a P.I. far more useful and far less dangerous. "I was hired to find her." The nurse looked at Lex and then at the blood dripping from her finger tips. "I'll be fine! Andrea needs your help!"

"Take me to her." The nurse pulled two orderlies to follow with a gurney.

Within a few minutes, the girl was out of the car, pumped with fluids, and being taken to ICU. Lex tried to follow but was forced to stay in the waiting room. Another nurse, a younger one with blonde hair, came over to and asked to take a look at Lex's wound. Hesitantly, Lex obliged. "This needs to be cleaned and stitched."

"But, Andrea…"

"She's being taken care of. It's your turn." Lex reluctantly followed the woman to one of the beds and relieved herself of her jacket. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"The girl was abducted."

The nurse cleaned the wound and put a small dab of local-anesthetic before stitching. "This isn't you're first time getting stabbed is it?" The nurse asked pointing to several other scars along her arm and back. Many were white and faded but some were new.

"It's part of the job."

Two police officers came into the room just as the nurse was finishing up. "Ms. Fields? Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?"

"Of course not."

Lex did her best to tell the police enough to make her sound authentic and the story creditable while keeping the reality of the situation at bay. She told them she was hired to find Andrea after she went missing. She heard about other people who'd been abducted in the area and decided to investigate. She found an abandon factory with several lights on and went to inspect. There she found Andrea, strung up. She went to save the woman when she was attacked by an assailant. She and the assailant fought. Once the man was disarmed he fled. When the police asked for an address, she gave them the factory's information, knowing full well Sam and Dean would make sure nothing was left to point back to them, her, or the truth. When the police asked about the large amount of blood loss, Lex explained that it appeared as if Andrea was abducted by some kind of demonic occultist – or at least it seemed so with all the 'voodoo, hex, pentagram' things on the walls. It was the closest thing to the truth that she could think of.

The cops accepted her story and thanked her for her services. They said they would inform the family once they knew more. They took her information in case other questions came up and left. Lex went back out to the lobby and asked the nurse if anything changed.

"It looks like the girl will pull through. You saved her just in time. Another hour or so…"

One for Dean … Lex thought. "I'm glad. Thank you."

Lex pulled out her phone and dialed Sam.