Chapter 2

Author's Note: So I just wanted to give myself a little introduction since I'm new to this whole thing. Hello, I'm Andi and I gotta say, I'm obsessed with creating stories and new character developments as well. This is my very first AHS fanfic ever and Coven was by far my favorite season… and so was Asylum. But Coven did give me the chance to create and develop more ideas for characters and plotlines which was important to me. So I decided to create a more interesting story. Oh! And if Dexter had an fc, he would be Adam Levine. Basically I see it as if he would return to Coven, this would be his character. Anyways, enjoy chapter two!

Dexter had woken up quite drowsy. He felt all kinds of numbness in his body considering the fact that he had gotten shot twice but still revived after only five minutes of being dead. He awoke in what had seemed like a wooden house that was fairly built upon the swamp deck and looked around. There were pictures hung on the walls, fishing poles and nets, Cajun instruments, and he heard the faint sound of music playing in the background. Where was he? It was all confusing him and he needed to find his way back home since his ride was gone about a couple hours ago. All of a sudden, he felt the bed shift slightly. Looking up at the familiar blonde woman who he had caught his eye on, he rubbed his eyes and said, "Where the hell am I?" He then felt the cool air touch his chest where he had previously gotten shot. Although there was no pain, the spots where there were once bullet holes had disappeared. How could this happen so quickly. "What happened?" he asked as he had managed to sit up.

It was clear that Dexter was finally awake after a long two hour slumber and Misty was finally sensing his health coming back. Her mud and water medicinal mixture had worked on his skin to restore him from the bullet holes he had received before. "You knocked yourself out on my bed. Figured I could fix you up while you were sleepin' and use my mud medicine. Trust me, it works I can see it," Misty said as she re-buttoned his shirt for him. "How're you feelin' there, bud?" she asked with concern as her heavy Cajun accent came out.

Dexter rubbed his head and looked up at Misty and said, "Fuck, I'm exhausted. That nap did me well." He then looked down at his chest and smiled, "So it really did work. It looks like nothing had happened at all." He then frowned. Even though he had felt safe and in better health, he was concerned about his brother. What would he say to the others? Would he come back to get him? Questions like this ran through his mind and he had wished Hank knew that he was still alive and well. "My brother… dammit my brother still thinks I'm dead!" Dexter said as he thought of Hank. When Hank had left him, he was already pronounced dead, but how exactly would he explain it to him. He wasn't dead? He was just playing a trick to get him to stop shooting her? Dexter needed to think of a plan and fast.

"That was your brother? He's a sick bastard for tryin' to kill me," Misty mumbled thinking of Hank's original intent of bringing Dexter to the forest. "But you… you're nothin' like him. I still can't believe what you did for me." Dexter then shook his head and smiled softly. "It was nothing honestly. I couldn't let my brother kill you. I don't know what the hell his job is if he's after women and mass murdering them," he said to the young blonde. He paused. Thoughts kept running through his mind as time passed. He was with someone he barely knew, probably half of his family knew he was dead, and his wife – oh god. His wife. What was he gonna tell his wife? He would know by now that Hank would've told his wife, Charlotte, that he was dead already. This had caused Dexter more stress on his shoulders than ever and he had to think of a plan quick enough to tell his own wife about the incident.

But soon, he had heard the sound of singing which had calmed him down fast. Misty had turned her radio slightly up and he had recognized the song in an instant. She was playing one of his favorite songs, Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac. "So I'm back, to the velvet underground. Back to the floor, that I love. To a room with some lace and paper flowers; back to the gypsy that I was," Misty sang softly. Dexter immediately flashed a smile as he heard her angelic voice and the song that was playing. "Is that… Fleetwood Mac?" he asked as he walked towards the white witch. Misty then looked back at him and smiled wide since he had knew the song. "Yeah! Although, you don't seem like the type of guy that listens to Stevie Nicks… with your ink all over your body full of muscles," she said as she poked his arm which had a sleeve of tattoos. "I see you more of… a rock kinda guy," she said teasingly.

Dexter ruffled his hair showing off his other tattoo-sleeved arm. He chuckled and then said, "It's the tattoos that throw you off huh? I get that a lot actually. Believe it or not, Stevie Nicks was one of my inspirations to get me into my little music career I have." Hearing those words, Misty's grin grew wider and she had immediately grown butterflies in her stomach. He liked Fleetwood Mac, he had a musical career, and he saved her life above everything else. Could he be her dream man? "Wait… you can sing?" Misty asked out of curiosity. "Well, yeah. I mean the furthest I got out of a singing career was just playing at some local coffee joints with my buddies. Nothing too big with big stages, bright lights, and screaming fans," Dex said sheepishly. He had often dreamed of becoming a big star, but he knew that he would have to work harder.

"I still think that it's nice to meet someone else who shares the same interests as me," Misty said shyly. She wasn't very social with others, and when she was it was harder on her part to befriend others. Dexter was different. He had seemed like the type of friend Misty wanted to keep around for a long time, and nothing was going to stop her at that point on. Dexter nodded at Misty's comment. "Yeah I do too," he said smiling. They both had a moment of silence of just staring at each other before Dexter's mind got back to reality. He had heard the voice of what seemed to be his brother shouting, "Where the fuck is the body!? It was right there!" Dexter had realized that Hank returned to the site and he panicked. "Shit! That's my brother. He probably told everyone I died and fuck… he's not gonna believe me when I see him. He probably also told Charlotte. Oh my god, Charlotte!" Dexter than quickly found his jacket and tried to find the exit to Misty's home.

She raised her eyebrow at the name of the other woman he had mentioned. "Charlotte? Who's Charlotte?" she asked curiously. He then said, "Oh, she's my wife. You see, my brother's such a loud mouthed dumbass and he would tell anything he saw or heard every second. So he probably told my wife I was dead and all that shit." He then was about to head out when he stopped his tracks. He couldn't possibly leave Misty like this knowing this new information about him; plus, he needed to see her again. "I hope I uh… get to see you again soon," he said before he walked out the door. Misty then faintly smiled at him and said, "I'm always here. Come visit me any time, Dexter." She then waved at him as he bid Misty his goodbyes and went out to find his brother.

Back at the spot where Dexter had 'died,' Hank was growing with worry. He had then started to think, what could've possibly happened to his brother's body. Did it get eaten by carnivorous alligators? Did it get snatched by cannibals? He was quickly thinking of theories to hide up what had really happened. However he heard a familiar voice call out. "HANK!" his brother shouted from afar. Hank was extremely shocked at the sight of his brother being alive and well. "Dex!? I thought you were dead! I killed you!" he shouted in panick.

"Oh come on, Hank. You're such a fucking idiot. Now take me back to Charlotte," he demanded. Dexter didn't want to carry on any further discussion since he didn't want to tell his brother of his whereabouts. Hank took this as believable and he said, "You fucking scared me Dex! You scared me, Mom, Dad, Cordelia, and Charlotte! We all thought you died. God damn it, you're paying for this." Dexter then shivered at the thought of Hank telling his wife that he was dead. In that moment Dexter turned around and said, "Why the hell did you tell Charlotte!? She's going to flip shit when I get home!" Hank rolled his eyes again and said sarcastically, "Oh I don't know, because it looked like you weren't breathing and moving smartass!" The two continued their bickering until they had gotten back in the vehicle. While Hank silently drove Dexter back home, Dexter looked out the car window and could see Misty's wooden cabin within the trees. In the back of his mind, he knew that he would be seeing her more often than he should.

When Dexter got back home, he had opened the door to find his wife, Charlotte looking relieved from something. Damn, Hank must've told her that he was alive and well with his stupid big mouth. Dexter then approached his wife and said, "Hey baby, you okay?" Charlotte then stood up and got furious. "What kind of dumb question is that? Can't you tell I'm not okay!? I thought you had died today, Dexter!" his wife shot back at him. Dexter had felt bad for Charlotte. She had received some pretty shocking news from her brother in-law which turned out to be just a hoax. Of course she wasn't okay, and he needed to fix her.

"Char, you know Hank. He just tells a lot of bullshit about me," he said trying to tell his wife to be okay. "I – I know, but I was afraid I would lose you, Dex!" she cried as she felt a tear sliding down her cheek. "I mean… since the two miscarriages and me finding out I can't ever have children again took a toll on my life badly. I couldn't imagine going through it without you baby," she sobbed. Dexter then had flashbacks. He remembered Charlotte's first pregnancy. She was about three or four months in until she had felt internal pain. The doctors had informed the couple that the baby didn't live. They tried again and Charlotte had gotten pregnant once again, but that one didn't last as long as the first. This time, her standards were healthy for about two months, but they both had gotten in a major car accident which caused the child to die. Ever since the whole fiascos of starting a family, their marriage was also taking a toll against them. Dexter and Charlotte were constantly fighting and there was no more happiness in the house. They still cared about each other which was why they never even questioned divorce.

"You won't lose me, Char. I'm always going to be here no matter what," Dexter said as he wiped his wife's tears away from her face. Usually, Charlotte would've smiled back at him and kissed him to seal their agreement, but she just nodded her head and said, "I'm going to bed early tonight. You can join me if you want to." The things Charlotte was saying broke Dexter a lot. He loved her and he just wanted their marriage to work out as much as possible.

After getting himself some dinner and watching a few shows, he had decided to head off to bed as well. Going upstairs to their room, he had found Charlotte laying on her side facing the window. He smiled slightly and then proceeded to change. Only in his pajama pants, Dexter had gotten into bed next to Charlotte. Usually he would wrap his arms around her for comfort, but ever since they had been having problems, even one intimate touch would make Charlotte push herself away from him. Re-thinking his thoughts, Dexter laid on his side away from his wife. He didn't fall asleep just yet though. Instead, he had thought about his marriage. Did he really love Charlotte? Were his feelings still the same or did they die down? He was confusing himself at least. But his mind then wandered off to another thing… or person that is. He thought about how he had felt so happy earlier in the day and how he had been revived from one thing. A smile grew across his face as he thought of that. His fingers traced the satin sheets of his bed and he looked down. There was only one word he could ever think of before drifting off to sleep. "Misty…"