Lexi's been avoiding Sam since they'd returned from New York on Sunday. She knows he can read her like book and she and Dean have both decided that what is going on between them, is something they want for just themselves. So at least for now, Dex, as Donna calls it, is on the board, but still under the board. The girl smirks to herself as she thinks about it while wiping down the bar. Things are slow for a Tuesday night, except one lone man at the end of the bar. He's on his fourth beer and just finished his third shot of whiskey for the evening. Lexi tries not to judge people, but it's very apparent from his ragged appearance he's not showered in a couple days and is obviously going through a rough patch. She tried to speak with him earlier, but he wasn't one for conversation.
Glancing at the clock as she gathers up the two full bags of garbage, she taps her knuckles on the wooden bar at the man, saying politely, "Last call bud."
He nods his understanding as she makes her way out the door with the trash. She's just tossed them over the top of the large container when a small voice from behind her causes her to jump out of her skin.
"Is my Dad still in there?" the voice says quietly and Lexi whirls around to see a small blond-haired little girl with big blue eyes.
"What?" She looks at the girl curiously thinking she can't be more than eight years old.
"He went in there earlier," the girl begins, "he said to wait in the car, he'd be back out in just a minute."
Realization sinks in as Lexi squats down to be level with the small child, masking the anger flaring up behind her eyes while she pulls her cell phone from her pocket.
"Yea sweetie," Lexi says calmly, "he's in there, where's your mom?"
"She's gone," the girl says sadly, "it's just me and my Dad. He was supposed to help me with my homework."
"Have you had dinner?" The hunter questions her.
The little girl shakes her head and Lexi places a hand on her shoulder reassuringly, "I tell you what, your Dad's going to be just a little bit longer. Why don't you get your homework and come inside with me and I'll help you with it and I'll make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich while he finishes up."
The child hesitates, "But he'll get mad."
"Nah," Lexi says, "it'll be fine. Besides, you need to eat something, please."
The girl nods her head slowly and walks back to the car as Lexi dials 9-1-1 on her cell and quickly explains the situation to the dispatcher. The little girl makes her way back over to the hunter as the dispatcher promises that an officer is headed her way.
"What's your name?" Lexi questions the girl as she places her phone back in her pocket.
"Peyton," she replies as the hunter offers to take her hand and leads her toward the back door to the bar, wanting to avoid confrontation with the father until the police arrive.
"I'm Lexi," she says, "nice to meet you Peyton."