A/N: Hey! This was going to be out a lot sooner, but some things happened, and anyway, it's here now. So this is the final chapter of this story, but like I've been saying, I have many plans for sequels, and a few already in progress, so this isn't the last of Lexa. Please review!
Dean was pacing in the hallway; Lexa wasn't back. She hadn't come back.
"Dammit where is she?" Dean whispers to himself. He looked down at his watch. Almost 20 minutes had passed. Something wasn't right. He had to-
"Dean!" someone called out to him. He looks into the shadows and frowns.
"Deacon?!" he asks, confused.
"The one and only," Deacon says.
"Wait, where's Lexa? She's meant to be here. She was… Fuck!" he yells, pushing past Deacon, but he grabs Dean's arm, stopping him.
"She told me to get you out of here. You need to go now," he says. Dean shakes his head.
"Not without her," he refuses.
"Geez boy, I have to get you out of here."
"She promised me, Deacon! And I'm not leaving here without here," he growls.
"Dean!" Both the men look up and see Lexa running towards them. When she reaches them, Dean pulls her to him.
"You scared the shit out of me, woman; I thought you weren't coming," he says into her hair.
"I've got no choice," she says, pulling away.
"What happened?" asks Deacon, stepping forward.
"They know; the guards know I helped Dean," she says. Deacon shakes his head.
"They can't…look I'll talk to them, straighten things out," he says.
"I can't go back there," she smiles up at him. "Not after everything that's happened. We both know that."
Deacon nods, pulling her into a hug. "It's not gonna be the same without you missy."
"I'll try to keep in touch," she says, grabbing Dean's arm. "Bye, Deacon."
"C'mon, we have to go Dean," she says, pulling him along. He follows silently.
Once they're outside, Lexa looks around before heading down the side of the highway. He follows her a short distance before slowing down.
"Where are you going? Let me call Sam," Dean says, pulling out his phone.
"No need," grins Lexa, stopping. Dean looks up from his phone. They'd stopped just outside of the cemetery. Just in the distance Dean could make out his Impala, another vehicle, and two men walking their way. Sam and…
"Dad?" Dean asks, surprised.
"Hey son," he says.
"Uh dad, this is-"
"Lexa, good to see you again," he says.
"John," she nods.
"You guys have met?" asks Dean confused.
"Do you remember Lexa's reaction to Nurse Glockner, anything you did that wasn't normal?" John asks. Dean nods.
"Yeah she was… she was fine with everything. She didn't question me at all," Dean says slowly, looking over at her.
"I met your father about a week before you guys got here. He said that you might be coming in, and that you'd be trouble. He explained what you do."
"He did?" asks Sam shocked. His dad didn't tell anyone about the family business.
"I did," John nods.
"Why?" asks Dean, causing Lexa raise an eyebrow. "I mean, not that I'm complaining, but… why?"
"Deacon wasn't going to be enough help; you needed her."
"Why her?" asks Sam, still taking in all of the information. Lexa wasn't special. She was a nurse who worked at a prison. Why would they need her; At all.
"Dude," Dean warns.
"It's ok," smiles Lexa. "He has a right to question things."
"Who else in that place would help? Really boys, think about that. Who?"
"Uhhh…" says Dean, looking at Sam.
"Well there was… wait, no," Sam says, returning Dean's look.
"There's your answer," John says, smiling quickly at Lexa.
"So what, now we have to take her with us?" Sam sighs.
"That is it!" yells Dean, launching at Sam. He stumbles back, almost falling.
"Dean, stop it!" yells John, pulling him off of Sam.
"I'm not gonna let him talk like that about Lexa!" he says, wrapping an arm around her.
"Let me talk to him," she says, watching Sam.
"What?!" all three of the Winchesters say.
"Just let me talk to him. Alone," she says. John and Dean look over at Sam, who nods.
"I'll be close by if you need me," Dean says, quickly kissing Lexa.
"I'll be fine; now go."
She waits until they're alone then turns to Sam.
"So, you wanna tell me what this is all about?" she asks, crossing her arms across her chest.
He sighs.
"I don't hate you."
"I'm glad," she says, smiling up at him.
"You're gonna get him killed," he blurts out. Lexa raises an eyebrow, watching him.
"I'm gonna get who killed; Dean?" she asks. Sam nods.
"He's bad enough looking after himself. If he has you to look after too, he's gonna get himself killed."
Lexa smiles to herself, and then looks up at him.
"Sam, answer me this. Where have I just been working?"
"Ah…the prison," he whispers sheepishly.
"Yes, the prison. Do you know how many times I've been caught in the middle of inmates fighting? They try to kill each other, a lot. Whatever you guys go up against, I don't need to be babysat. I can hold my own when I have to."
Sam nods before stepping towards her.
"I'm sorry," he says, pulling her into a hug. She's briefly stunned, but returns the hug.
"Let's not tell your brother about my past history with the inmates okay? I've noticed how he can get," she says when they pull apart.
"Sure," smiles Sam as John and Dean join them.
"So you guys hugged it out, Sammy style?" teases Dean. Lexa slaps the back of his head.
"Hey!"
"Be nice," she scolds as he looks at her in shock.
"I liked it better when he hated you," Dean mumbles while Sam laughs at him.
"So we're all set. Let's go," says John, walking to his truck. Sam follows.
"Go where?" Lexa calls after him. He turns and winks at her, then continues to the truck. She looks up at Dean as an arm wraps around her waist.
"Wherever the road takes us," Dean jokes, leading her to the Impala. Her eyes widen.
"This is your car?" she grins. He smirks and pulls her closer.
"You bet your sweet ass it is," he says as she gets in.
He starts the car, following his dad and brother out onto the road.
He glances at her across the seat, and slides her closer, his arm wrapping protectively around her as she looks back at the prison.
"You ok?" he asks. She nods.
"Yeah, it's just… I've worked there for so long. I feel like a part of my life is ending," she says.
"Oh babe, it's just beginning," he grins, speeding up the car. She smiles and rests her head on his shoulder as they fade off into the night.
A/N: How chick flick moment was that last part? Ha. Anyway, that's the end of this story. Hope you enjoyed it and please review!
