Somewhere between Salt Lake City and Nevada

"Alright so seriously, this is hotel number three, if they don't have a big enough room, I might just have to blast through a wall and make the room big enough," Dean said as he got out of his car.

"Really, guys, let's just pray for a sleeper sofa," Lexi said.

"I am NOT sleeping on a couch! I sleep in my car too much to sleep on a couch," Dean demanded.

"Well I'll take the couch Dean," Lexi responded.

Sam smiled at her, "Sorry, but you know there's no way we're making the girl sleep on the couch."

"I really don't mind. It'd be the best place I've slept in awhile. Remember? Tied up in a basement, and in the backseat of a car, and on a cot, and in the backseat of a car again…" Lexi rambled as she swilled on her carton of orange juice.

"It's already after midnight Dean, we'll just get the biggest room we can," Sam decided for them.

"And they have a pool here!" Lexi chimed in, sounding a little whiny, as she climbed up on the fence to look into the pool.

"You bought a swimsuit didn't you?" Dean asked her.

Lexi smiled and tugged a dark blue and silver something out of her bag before quickly shoving it back in.

"Women…" Dean sighed as they went inside.

When they got to the counter, of course, there were no 3-bed rooms, but they did have a two-bedroom suite with a sleeper couch. Dean dropped his D. Van Morrison platinum card on the counter and racked it up for one expensive night. Sam carried most of their bags into the room. Lexi took out the outfits she had just bought and packed them into Sam's bag before sprinting into the bathroom with her swimsuit in hand.

"RoShamBo for the bed?" Dean asked with his eyebrow cocked.

Dean, of course, lost because he threw scissors and Sam threw rock. Just like always. Sam put on his best hellish grin, which was still non-threatening and adorable, and Dean turned around and started swearing.

"Fuck! Goddamn it why do you ALWAYS win?" Dean swore.

"Because you ALWAYS throw scissors!" Sam answered logically, laughing as Lexi scuttled out of the bathroom.

She was dressed in the same outfit she'd been wearing, but she didn't have her swimsuit in her hand anymore. She was carrying a towel instead and Dean could swear she had a twinkle in her eye. She kind of reminded him of a puppy waiting by the door to go outside.

"You want to go swimming now?" Sam asked incredulously.

"Well, I, I figured we were leaving early in the morning," Lexi started to say.

"We are," Dean interrupted.

"So I won't have a chance tomorrow…" Her sentence trailed off.

"You should really get some rest," Sam said, sounding a little more fatherly than anyone cared for.

"Come on Sam, let the poor girl go swimming. How many times is she going to get to go swimming in November in Illinois?" Dean responded on Lexi's behalf.

"Or ever," She mumbled.

"Come on Uncle Sam, let the poor girl have her childhood," Dean said, a fake tone of pleading colouring his voice.

"Fine we'll go swimming," Sam rolled his eyes as he caved.

"What? No, you guys don't have to go," Lexi looked completely mortified as she spoke.

"Nah, I could go for a good swim," Dean said, pulling his shirt off over his head already.

"Well as long as Dean is going with you… I'm tired, I think I'm going to get some rest," Sam said with a yawn.

Lexi snatched a wad of Sam's shirt in her fist and started whispering to him, "What? Sam, no, I… It's bad enough that you had to… I don't want him to see too."

Sam hunched over, he had to in order to be face to face with Lexi, and put his hands on her shoulders, "Dean's a good guy. I promise you that he won't freak out."

"Yeah but… I'm," Lexi started to say.

"What are you two lovebirds whispering about?" Dean said loudly; he was waiting by the door.

Lexi blushed and jumped a little before scrambling for the door. Dean paused to give Sam a smile that said more than words could before grabbing a towel and slamming the door behind him.

Lexi was sitting poolside with her jeans rolled up and her feet dangling in the pool.

"We're going to have to redraw those now you know," Dean commented as he noticed the symbols Sam had drawn on her legs were washing off.

"Yep, probably," Her eyes were fixed on the surface of the water. She was so transfixed she almost didn't hear the clinking of Dean's metal belt buckle. She almost didn't notice him shimmy out of his jeans next to her. She almost didn't see him jump into the pool in nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs. Which, she couldn't help but note, were dark blue.

"So you wanted to go swimming so bad and now you won't even get in?" Dean asked when he surfaced.

"I, well," Lexi blushed and shut her trap. She felt like she was standing under a spotlight.

Dean paddled towards her slowly, "I don't know if you're scared of me or embarrassed or what, but I won't make you do anything you don't want to. So I," He turned away from her, "am going to go chill over here in this corner for awhile." Dean was in a corner opposite Lexi, floating on his back with his eyes closed.

Lexi looked around cautiously, but there really wasn't anyone to keep an eye out for. She checked again to be sure Dean still had his eyes closed. She breathed deeply as her face turned red. She tugged her tank top up over her head. She was overjoyed that she had decided to get a one-piece suit, but was thoroughly disappointed in herself for getting one with cutout sides. She flopped back down onto the ground quickly. There was no way her jeans were coming off. Nope.

"Well if you don't want to get in, why don't you at least tell me something about you," Dean said, lazily floating on his back.

"I, what?" Lexi was blind sided by his request.

"Well I mean, if we're going to be on the road like this for the next few days, we should get to know each other, right? Where do you go to school? Do you have a job? What's your favourite colour? What's your birthday? Stuff like that."

"Oh um, I… I'm homeschooled, and no I don't have a job. I did just get a car though… which doesn't really make any sense. Um, my favourite colour is blue and my birthday is November 28th, so that's something to look forward to," Lexi said nervously.

"Yeah, that's not too far off. Remind me to get you a birthday present. Well, I don't go to school; I have a GED. You know what my job is. My favourite colour is green because black isn't a colour. And my birthday is January 24th," Dean said, paddling about leisurely.

"So… why…how… What made you two start doing this? This whole… killing things and saving people business?" Lexi asked as she contemplated actually getting in the pool.

"For future reference, it's usually a touchy subject to ask a hunter, that's what we're called, why the hunt by the way. But, Sam and I, well when we were young… a demon killed our mother. So our father started hunting, and I guess… we were just raised into it," Dean explained.

"Oh… god, I'm sorry Dean," Lexi apologized.

"It's okay, just don't go around asking every hunter you meet that question."

Lexi was out of her jeans faster than lightning and in the pool before Dean even realized what was going on. Water splashed on his face and he opened his eyes. Lexi popped up in the middle of the ripples on the surface.

"Get over your stage fright?" Dean asked.

Lexi flipped her hair out of her face and smiled, "Yep." She dove under the surface.

Dean grinned and flopped back onto his back.

Lexi popped her head out of the water to breathe, "Thank you Dean."

"For what?" He asked, opening one eye.

"Helping me… and I don't mean the whole saving my life thing, but thanks for that too. I mean… tonight. I'm afraid after all this is over, I'll have to, I don't know, grow up? I don't want to," Lexi moved towards the shallower end of the pool so she could stand.

Dean drifted over to her and planted his feet on the bottom of the pool, "Anything I can do to help you enjoy your childhood."

"Thank you… I really… I didn't get to have a normal childhood. I don't think I've been swimming since I was…maybe six?"

"Your parents like to keep you sheltered or something? Homeschooled and you don't go to the pool?" Dean asked out of sheer curiosity.

"Something like that, yeah," Lexi's heart was racing. She didn't want to talk about her parents or why they kept her hidden away. She just wanted to enjoy the few carefree nights she could have. She realized she was somehow drifting closer to the man in front of her, the way older man, her brain was screaming.

"You alright?" Dean asked when her face turned crimson.

"Yeah, I just…um… I don't know," Lexi stuttered. Her fingers were twisting up with Dean's under the water. He was pulling on her hand, but so softly she could barely feel it. Her mind was working through so many thoughts at once she thought it would short circuit. Of course the most prevalent was the fact that Dean was a good 14 years older than her. And of course, that was the last thing on Dean's mind.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Dean asked and cupped her face with his free hand.

Lexi shook her head and then braced herself to look up at Dean. She had to tell him no, she had to pull away, she had to… Get lost in his gorgeous green eyes. A little smile was playing on his lips. Thoughts of years and ages were floating away, easily replaced by thoughts of how soft those lips probably were. Her mind slowly started to return to planet Earth when she felt the Winchester boy's fingers disentangling from hers.

There was a hand on the small of her back. The air around her felt warmer, felt like it was crackling with electricity. That could be really bad.

And then there was nothing. Everything seemed to melt and all Lexi could feel was Dean's lips against hers. She wasn't sure if she felt like she was floating because she was in fact floating or if that was a side effect of your first kiss. And that was about when it dawned on her that Dean had just hijacked her first kiss and she pulled away.

"I uh, I'm… I am um," Lexi stuttered.

"Glowing?" Dean asked, a look of shock on his face.

"What? No! I'm sorry, I…" Lexi bolted out of the pool and back towards the room.

Dean didn't know if he should be worried about the fact that she was covered in scars or if he should be worried about the fact that he was pretty damn sure she was glowing.