Lex pulls her sunglasses down, and peers over them, flipping her hair, before she makes her way back up the runway.
She is having way too much fun.
Dean watches from the sideline, feeling antsy. If anyone but Lex had been wearing these dresses, he would have found them pretentious, but on Lex...he couldn't quit staring.
After the show, Dean approaches her. "Excuse me miss, can I get your autograph?" He asks.
"Oh shut up Dean." She chirps. "That was more fun then I expected."
"Well I'm glad you had fun, but ummm... the case? Did you forget you are supposed to be on intel?"
"No Mr. Smarty. I found you a present." She smiles coyly, and holds out her hand. In her palm rests a purple hex bag.
"Witches. I hate witches." He frowns.
"Oh come on... There some good witches... Sort of..." Sam says, as he opens up the bag and peers inside. "But not whatever witch made this. Fairy teeth... Goat eyes... This isn't a good luck charm."
A long legged, brown haired model prances up to where they stand. "Oh my gooood Giselle! Let's go! We are going to be late to the after party!"
She stops and takes a second look at Sam and Dean.
"Gasp! You hit the jackpot girl! Yummy yummy! Bring them! I call the tall one! My name is Chelsea by the way!"
As Sam and Dean follow Chelsea and 'Giselle' out to a waiting stretch limo, Dean leans and whispers into his brothers ear, "Dude. She said *gasp* instead of actually gasping. Please don't procreate with her. God knows we do not need to expand that bloodline."
Sam punches Dean in the arm, and they climb in the limo.
"Ohhhhh em gee!" Chelsea prattles on. "Can you belieeeeve what happened to Camy?!"
"Actually it all happened before I joined the agency... What transpired exactly?"
"Ok, sooooo like, Camy got in trouble with Marion for destroying a Martin Vincenzo frock, and she told Marion to go fuck herself... And like and hour later they found her dead! She drowned... In her own throat blood or whatever! I mean... How does someone drown in their own blood?"
"*Gasp* I know right?" Dean says sardonically, causing Lex to pinch him in the arm.
"Owwwww L- I mean Giselle. That hurt."
"Oh my godddd don't hurt him!" Chelsea squeals, grabbing Deans arm and rubbing it seductively.
"Yeah. Be nice." He grins at Lex, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, as Chelsea plasters herself to his side.
Lex lowers her eyebrows, and glares at him darkly.
Putting his arm around her, Sam whispers into her ear, "Ignore him. It'll drive him nuts."
She smiles evilly, deciding to take Sam's advice.
Lex snuggles into Sam's side, and talks quietly to him about the case, as Chelsea prattles about vogue, and Milan, and a bunch of other things Dean doesn't understand or care about.
Lex catches Dean leaning forward to look at her several times, and pointedly looks away.
Once they reach the after party, Chelsea grabs Lex by the hand, dragging her toward the bathrooms of the club.
"Ok so I packed us outfits! I'm soooooo stoked!" Chelsea bubbles, pulling two skimpy black dresses out of her bag.
She hands one to Lex, and begins to strip. Lex wonders into the stall, and changes. When she comes out, she looks in the full-length mirror, and her forehead scrunches. The top is extremely low cut, and the bottom is ridiculously short. It matches her black stilettos well though. She sighs, preparing herself to go back out into the flashing lights and dancing masses.
"Woooooow you look a-maze-ing!" Chelsea gushes, coming out of the stall in her own skimpy dress. "Let's partaaaaaay!"
Lex sighs.
Chelsea is nice. She certainly accepted Lex a lot faster than most of the other models, but Chelsea's sorority girl attitude can get pretty annoying.
Lex looks around for Sam and Dean, but they are nowhere to be found.
A tall, dark man walks up to her, and offers her his hand.
"Dance, baby?" He asks, one eyebrow lifted, in an attempt to be alluring.
First, Lex is inclined to decline, but she remembers Dean teasing her in the car, and decides to accept.
"Sure," she smiles, placing her hand in his.
He spins her onto the floor, and they dance. He pulls her body up against his, and she wants to punch him, but she spots Dean at the edge of the dance floor looking royally pissed, so she allows it, a grin playing on her lips.
A few moments later Dean cuts in, which is not received well by the guy she was dancing with. He storms off the floor like a child, and Lex laughs.
The music changes to a slower song, and Dean pulls her in close.
He moves all her hair to one side of her shoulder, and whispers in her ear, "You are driving me crazy. We've been on this job for two weeks, when are you going to sneak away from these morons, and meet me. God I hate only seeing you at shows."
"Sorry," she replies, looking up with her soft amber eyes, "This is a very demanding group of people. I mean...if it's not a party, it's a fitting or a meeting with my agent or... Ugh. The shows are fun but I would never want to do this for a living. Everything is so shallow..."
They dance for another moment; Lex's head resting on Dean's shoulder, and suddenly the mood is shattered by a piercing scream.
"Everywhere!" Chelsea screams, "Bugs everywhere!"
Dean and Lex push their way toward the commotion, Sam is already there, leaning over a writhing Chelsea. She is clawing at her arms and rolling around.
"Grab her legs!" Dean orders Sam, as he holds her arms down, to prevent her from scratching her own eyes out.
Lex pulls out her cell, dialing 911. A few minutes later an EMT team runs into the room, where Chelsea is still trying to skin herself. They shoot her full of some clear liquid, and she goes limp. As they wheel her out, Lex picks up Chelsea's purse, and walks toward the opposite door. Sam and Dean follow.
When they reach the Impala, Lex lays the purse on the trunk, and begins to riffle through the contents. Her hands brush what she is looking for, and she snags it, holding it out for the boys to see.
"Another hex bag." Dean frowns. "Whoever this is, they weren't just after Camy."
"I have to go back inside and play stupid. I'll try to see who isn't acting worried enough." Lex frowns, and turns to walk inside.
Dean grabs her wrist, pulling her around, and kissing her roughly. "Be careful."
"Ok." She blinks, taken off guard.
She turns and walks dreamily toward the door. She looks back to see Dean staring after her forlornly. She smiles to herself, and makes her way through the stagnant crowd. The party is definitely not hopping now. She looks around, examining every piece of jewelry and every hand movement, looking for any mark that a witch is among them.
As she pushes through the throng, she notices her agent, Marion Cassidy, leaning against the bar. She looks incredibly out of place, in her stuffy pantsuit. Her white hair is pulled back tightly against her head, and her glasses keep sliding down her nose.
Marion is a nazi about the girl's appearances. She goes to every social event to monitor their 'carb intake' and general appearance.
Lex hates her.
Anyone who dare would slap a perfectly good piece of pie out of her hand, deserves to get punched, in her humble opinion.
As she glares at Marion something catches her eye. Marion is twirling a rosary cross between her fingers.
Lex squints harder, and realizes that the crucifix is attached upside down. Her eyebrows knit together, and she turns to walk back toward where the boys are waiting. Just as she reaches the door a cold hand grasps her shoulder. She whips around, to find Marion nose to nose with her. Out of reflex, Lex throws her fists up bracing for an attack.
"Box a lot, do you, 'Giselle'?" Marion says sarcastically, "Or do you mainly just hunt?"
Lex's eyes widen, and she backs the last couple if steps out the door, into Deans waiting arms.
"What the hell?" He says, steadying her, as she nearly falls off the steps.
"Her rosary." Lex points out.
Dean's eyes widen, and he pulls Lex away.
"Oh cool your jets princess." Marion says to Dean. "I'm a good-ish witch. If you're hunters then you have waaaay bigger problems then me."
She turns to Lex: "And I'm not talking about that truffle you had earlier fatty, although that will certainly be a problem for your hips later."
"Oh fuck you Marion." Lex retorts. Both the boy's eyes widen, as they've never heard Lex curse before.
"Whatever dear, you were never really interested in modeling anyway. Thank goodness because if you keep eating like that..."
Sam notices Lex's fists clinch. "Seriously...uh...Marion is it? If you value your life, I would stop while you're ahead."
"That hex bag you have in your hand, that is the work of a mactabillis saga. A bad witch. You'll want to keep an eye out, handling a spell that powerful." She warns.
"How do we know you didn't make it?" Lex says darkly. "So far you're the only witch I've noticed."
"I didn't make it. But I want to know who did. People are killing off my models. I'm not pleased. After all, good models are so very hard to find." She sighs, and wonders vaguely toward the parking lot.
Lex looks at Dean and shrugs. "Why do I believer her?" She rolls her eyes.
"I don't know, but I do too." Sam admits.
"Well if she is telling the truth then we need to keep looking." Dean points out.
"Not tonight." Lex says suddenly. "Tonight Giselle has a date with this guy she just met."
"What?" Dean says angrily. "Who?"
"She means you, moron." Sam points out.
"Oh" Dean grins sheepishly. "Yeah."
"Well while you two do that, I'll check out these bags." Sam says, walking back toward the Impala. "Drop me at the hotel."
...
After they drop Sam off, Lex climbs in the front seat, and Dean takes her hand.
"Jeez… I haven't been on a real date in..." His mind wonders to Lisa and Ben, and he trails off.
Lex squeezes his hand, "I know." She says softly.
Dean smiles. The fact that Lex has seen pretty much his entire history means that it's hard for him to conceal any of his feelings. She can read him like a book.
He starts driving in the general direction of the city, no particular destination in mind.
As they drive, Lex looks out the window, brooding. "I don't understand. I mean most of the models are clueless, but I don't know any that are vicious... Why would any of them do this."
"I don't know. With humans... It's always complicated. Monsters just kill to kill. That's what makes them so easy."
"I keep thinking maybe I'm missing something." She sighs.
"I doubt it. You spotted Marion's crucifix across a crowded club." He replies encouragingly. "Whoever this is, they are hiding it flawlessly. But they'll slip up, and when they do, we'll be there. Now. No more work talk."
"Agreed." Lex responds, relieved.
"You cussed for he first time today." He points out.
"Oops." She grins, embarrassed. "Sorry."
"Don't be. It was cute." He responds.
They drive for a while, and finally find a decent looking restaurant to eat at.
Conversation flows, and soon they are laughing, and joking. They finish eating, and head out again. Dean drives around aimlessly, enjoying the ride.
"So how do you feel taking a model out?" Lex jokes.
"I feel like my IQ is dropping." Dean teases.
Lex doesn't reply. Her eyes are wide and she is staring strait ahead.
"Jeez Lex, I was joking!" He snaps his finger in front of her face.
She looks over at him, her face frozen in terror. Her hands reach for her throat, as blood begins to pour out of her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.
Dean pulls over and screeches to a stop. He flies around the car, opening the passenger door and pulling Lex out.
"Lexi!" He screams, as she coughs blood onto the ground.
Dean turns, and grabs Lex's bag out of the Impala, dumping it on the ground.
He pulls the lining out, ripping it open. A purple hex bag falls out, and Dean snatches it up, pulling out his lighter, and flipping it alive.
Lex gasps for air, as the bag burns to ash.
Dean pulls her off the ground and into his arms. She shakes violently. Tears streak down her face, making fresh tracks through the blood.
He kisses her head, holding her closely. "Are you ok?"
"Not even a little." She gasps.
Dean looks around to see if he can spot anyone nearby, still holding a sobbing Lex in his arms.
...
The Impala pulls in to the hotel, and Dean jumps out to carry Lex inside.
He kicks he door softly, and Sam answers cautiously. When he sees Lex, he flings it open wide. "Hex bag?!" He asks urgently.
"Already destroyed it. She is really weak though." Dean says, a worried look on his face, as he lays her on the bed.
"I think I know who is doing this." Sam says, his eyebrows scrunched together. "I checked the ingredients of Chelsea's hex bag... They are useless. They don't do anything together. It's a fake."
"Chelsea?" Lex mumbles, her head rolling to the side.
"Looks like." Dean says.
"Well I'm a horrid judge of character." She sighs, trying to get up.
"Yeah, you are, especially if you think I'm gonna let you get out of that bed and hunt. We will handle Chelsea. You...stay." Dean commands.
"I'm fine!" She protests, but Sam shakes his head.
"Deans right. You've lost too much blood. We're handling this. You rest."
"Don't open the door for anyone. We have a key." Dean instructs, kissing Lex's forehead.
The boys leave Lex lying in bed, locking the door behind them.
She lies there for a while longer, resting. Finally she decides to get up and shower.
She sighs, holding on to the safety bar on the side, and allowing the water to flow over her face and shoulders, washing the blood down the drain.
Finally she climbs out, legs shaking, and pulls on her jeans and t-shirt. She drifts toward the sink, and leans on it, studying her dangerously pale features. Movement in her periphery causes her to look up. Standing in the corner of the bathroom is Chelsea, a wicked smile painted on her face.
"Giselle, I'm truly hurt." She hisses. "You were convinced I was so stupid that you could talk about the hunt right in front of me, and I wouldn't notice? Come on now..."
Chelsea raises her hands, and sends Lex smashing into the mirror, shattering it.
"You faked the attack." Lex gasps. "You were never hexed."
"Correct." Chelsea says, "And you were so ready to believe that I was just an airhead model, that you suspected nothing."
"Why… Why did you kill Camy?" Lex asks, stalling.
"Because the bitch was going to ruin everything. We were going after the same modeling job for a huge designer. I overheard Marion say she was going to pick Camy, and I couldn't have that. I DESERVED THAT JOB. I HAVE BEEN KISSING UP TO MARION FOR YEARS! I HAVE POURED MY LIFE INTO THIS AGENCY, AND SHE WAS GOING TO PICK CAMY. NOT A CHANCE." Chelsea stops for a moment, breathing heavily, then calms herself, and continues: "I haven't performed witchcraft in so long... It's really a miracle I even remembered the hex... Guess I have a gift." To prove her point, she snaps her finger, and Lex's arm breaks.
Lex cries out in pain, and her body drops to the floor.
"Then you come along, Camy's replacement. I thought we could be friends, but nooooo you're a hunter. Of course you are. I couldn't even get by with one little hex, without bringing hunters down on me. Just my luck." Chelsea sighs, swinging her arm up, causing Lex to sit up rigid, and frozen.
She grabs Lex by her bangs, pulling her head back, and exposing her bare throat. She presses an ornate dagger to her jugular, and blood starts to trickle down her neck.
"CHELSEA!"
Chelsea drops Lex, and turns.
Marion is standing in the bedroom, hands raised. "You will pay dearly for this!" She growls.
"I doubt that old woman." Chelsea spits.
"Age is power." Marion replies, as Chelsea advances on her.
They clash like lightning, and begin to fight. They swing and claw at one another, as spells flash and flicker around them.
Lex crawls to her nightstand, opening it, and pulling out her angel's blade.
Chelsea strikes Marion, and she falls to the ground. "Age doesn't always equal power, hag. Some 'seer' you are. You didn't even know I was a witch."
"Haven't you ever watched TV?" Marion chuckles.
"What?" Chelsea says, irritated.
"If you had, you would know that monologuing is a horrible idea." She points out.
"You really are just an airhead model." Lex hisses, as she shoves the angel's blade into Chelsea's back with her good arm.
Chelsea's body crumples, and Lex collapses onto her.
Marion lifts Lex onto the bed, and runs her hands over Lex's body. She holds Lex's arm out strait, chanting.
Lex's wounds begin to heal, and the color returns to her face. She sleeps peacefully, and Marion sits beside her, until the boys return.
At first sight they draw their weapons, but when they see Chelsea lying dead on the floor they lower them cautiously.
"Lex?" Dean says, rushing over to her, as Marion moves out of the way.
Lex's eyes flutter open, and Dean lifts her to a sitting position. "Are you ok?" He asks softly.
"Yeah, actually I feel great." She stretches her arms, and looks around. "Marion?"
"I'm here." Marion says.
"You saved me. Thanks." Lex smiles.
"Oh don't thank me. That bitch had it coming. No one messes with my models." Marion replies sternly.
Lex laughs, and stands up. "Man, am I ready to go home."
"Are you sure you wouldn't want to stay and model?" Marion asks.
"Absolutely. I like food way to much to work for you." She winks, as she packs up her bags. "But you let me know if you ever need my help."
"I may take you up on that some time." Marion responds.
They get into the Impala and head home.
Sam drives, and Dean climbs in the back with Lex. He feels jittery after such a close call, and all he wants to do is hold her. He watches her as she drifts off to sleep in his arms, and wonders how he could have ever lived without her.