"Not even a little impressed huh?" Greyson stated as he caught up to Lexi on the path.
Lexi smirked up at him, "Did you want me to be, I mean, is that how you impress all the girls Mr. Moore?"
The blonde-haired hunter couldn't hold back the smirk she induced and Lexi cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Or boys?" she continued with a curious look, "No judgement."
"Oh, she has jokes," he responded, "But no reaction for how we just came nearly three hundred miles in less than a minute?"
Lexi stopped in the middle of the path, "Look, Grey, I'm a straight forward kinda girl. Yes, you have a very impressive sword…" it was Moore's turn to smirk, and she continued, "that came out wrong, but I'm let me guess, Excalibur, if that is the sword, is a magical object which can transport you anywhere you want to go."
"Technically yes," Greyson began, "There's a little more to it than that, but you get the idea and don't call me Grey."
"Well, Grey, I'm not just a simple minded, flannel wearing hunter," she stated defiantly as she folded her arms in front of her, "I know there is more to this world than black and white, there's a large shade of gray in there and that is where magic falls. I'm sorry if you expected more of a 'shock and awe' reaction from me, but I've seen lots of things. I was rescued by the King of Hell himself."
Lexi felt the knife in her heart twist a notch as she thought of Crowley and all the good he had done, and Moore noticed the pained expression in her eyes.
"I spent a weekend binge watching Netflix shows with an Angel," the knife twisted again, "who was also one of the best friends you could ask for."
It felt like every inch of her body was going numb, while her mind raced, but she continued, "So, I'm sorry I'm not average, it is very impressive, but to me, it's just another Thursday."
Lexi turned to start back down the path, just bringing up Crowley and Cas had her mind running in a million directions and it felt like her head would explode. Somehow, she didn't see the stairs, wasn't aware the drop was coming, and she stumbled on the first one. He instinctively grabbed the upper part of her arm and pulled her back up.
"Thanks," she said quietly, then continued down the stairs. Greyson noticed she wiped her eyes a few separate times as they made their way down to the beach.
Once they reached the opening of the cave, the blonde-haired hunter pulled a small flashlight from his back pocket and offered it to the girl.
"We don't have much time, this place fills with water at high tide," he instructed and Lexi nodded her head as she moved forward.
She was enamored with how massive the cave was on the inside, the dark and dreary aspect felt inviting, not foreboding. The waves crashing on the beach were amplified off the cavern walls. She found a large enough stone to take a seat on and she turned off the flashlight. Lexi sat there in the dark, listening to the waves crash. Greyson kept his distance, he wanted to let her have this time. The thoughts were rushing through her mind again.
Why? Why did everything have to change? Did he know how much I loved him? Did I love him enough? Was it fair to him? Could I have tried harder? I miss you so much Ollie, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Why do I have to feel so much, so strong, for people. Why can't I just not care? Cas was a friend, Crowley I barely knew, but still the pain of losing them is so strong. The Winchesters, Mary, we connected immediately, she was so strong and I admired her for that. The boys, Sam and Dean, on top of my pain, why do I feel pain for them, all they've lost. Why so many emotions? Did I love Ollie, like I loved Cas or Sam, or was I in love with Ollie, how could I have been so unfair to him. Could he have known the doubts I had? Damn it Dean, why? Why did I let him in? I don't know how to turn off the anger I have towards Dean, and it's not even his fault, it's mine, because I care too much. I miss not caring, no strings attached, not remembering the name of the man I would wake up next to. Don't I? Do I miss that? Where do I go from here? I can't face Dean, not after what I've done. I can't see the pained look in Sam's eyes again, I can't handle that. I could just stay here and let the water take me away at high tide. I just want to turn this off, turn off the noise, turn off the constant string of questions.
She instinctively wiped away the tear from her cheek and glanced over as she felt the warmth of a hand as it rested on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, "but we need to go."
Lexi stood up and pulled her phone from her pocket to check the time; over an hour had passed. She handed the flashlight back to Greyson then followed the moonlight to the mouth of the cave. The waves were closer on the beach and the moon seemed brighter than before, probably just her eyes trying to adjust from being in the dark.
"You good?" Greyson asked quietly as he walked up beside her.
She smiled up at him, "Yea, thanks."
Once they had made their way back to the top of the cliff and back to the sword, Lexi stopped for one last view of the ocean.
"Sorry about earlier," she said quietly to the man beside her as she nudged him with her shoulder, "This is really awesome. Thank you."
She wrapped her hands around hilt of the sword and he smirked as moved up behind her.
"Like you said, my sword's rather impressive."
"I had that coming," Lexi responded with a shake of her head.
Greyson wrapped his hands around hers again and this time Lexi noticed something she hadn't before when she closed her eyes. It was quiet…her mind and the world. Everything was quiet. Was it the sword? She opened her eyes and saw the small cottage they had left behind earlier.
