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"It's a deal then?" Lex said later that week, after leaving Salem again for the open road.
They had decided to stay a little while, Sam and Dean both wanting to get the whole story out of Matthew before they went anywhere. Supposedly, after his dad had dragged him away from the crying Jones family, Matthew woke up. Lex said she remembered him coughing up a lot of blood, the wounds in his chest closing up right in front of her. She wanted it to be some kind of miracle but she and her father both knew what was happening. Matt was a werewolf now, and they couldn't ever tell anyone. Especially not another hunter.
So they had kept it secret, Matt living in the woods surrounding Salem as Lex helped him keep things under control the first few years. Now that he had figured out how to lock himself securely away from the world on his worst night, Lex didn't need to stay home all the time. Which was the big reason she had agreed to come along in the first place. With being trapped in Salem helping her brother and throwing away everything she wanted to do, she didn't really feel like herself anymore. She didn't want to be the werewolf's babysitter. After some sweet goodbyes, and a promise that Matt would keep up the house while she was gone, they climbed back into the Impala and set off once again.
"Hey, as long as he's not hurting anybody, I'm okay with letting him live," Dean stated honestly, knowing killing his best friend's brother wouldn't get him on her high list of favorites.
"He hasn't yet, so let's hope it stays that way," she whispered in the back, Dean knowing exactly how she felt. Looking over at Sammy, he heard his dad's last words go through his mind and tried to get rid of them fast. There was no way any body's brother would be dying anytime soon, as long as he had something to say about it.
"So, we're off to Baltimore then?" Sam asked in the passenger seat, pulling out one of the many maps that were stored in the car. Dean nodded, noticing Lex in the rearview mirror looking kind of torn.
"Did you not want to go, Lex?" He asked, her eyes meeting his in the mirror now. He couldn't believe she fought this hard to come with them and was about to bail out on the first mission.
"No, it's not that. But, um, if we're heading up that way, could you drop me somewhere until you're done? I have a friend I haven't seen in years and I promised him if I ever came up that way I'd visit," she pleaded him with her voice, but he didn't like the sound of this friend. So what if he didn't know anything about him, it was the him part that was making him suspicious.
"That should be fine, where do you need to be dropped?" Sam asked, Dean giving him the stink eye before Sam realized that his brother wasn't going to say yes. Apologizing silently with his body language, Lex said it was only a little ways away from Baltimore and they continued east.
"It's only a little ways out, in Townson. It should be on the way in," she was picking at the frayed denim around a hole in her jeans. She looked nervous, her other leg jiggling up and down in the back seat like she always did when she was anxious.
"Sounds good," Dean grunted, trying to sound not completely put-off. Pulling his eyes away from hers, he put them back on the road and never let them wander for the rest of the trip.
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"I'll be there in like, five minutes. Okay, sure, see you then," she was giggling...giggling like a freaking little school girl.
Dean was pissed.
He saved her ass, drove nonstop to get back to her, and now she was bailing on him for some douchebag that didn't deserve her. Sure, he didn't know this guy. He also didn't want to. So as he pulled into the driveway of some big log cabin, he wanted to yell that this was stupid and drive off right away. His idea would have worked, if Lex hadn't jumped out of the back with her bag on her shoulder.
He shut the engine off and he and Sam got out of the car and walked behind her. Before he could even say anything, the front door flew open and a tall, tan guy jogged down the steps. As he reached Lex, he picked her up like she weighed as much as a feather. She laughed and hugged him around the shoulders, happier than he wanted her to be. Unless it was with him.
"This is killing you, isn't it?" Sam laughed in his ear, Dean elbowing his brother in the gut as Lex's feet touched the ground again.
"Okay, Dean, Sam...this is Logan," the tan guy smiled, big douche baggy dimples in his cheeks and a cocky set of eyes landed on him.
"Hey," Dean said, giving the guy a once over. He was wearing a polo shirt and acid wash jeans that screamed preppy jock type. He had no idea what Lex saw in him.
"The Winchester's, right? Lex has told me a lot about you, seems you won that best friend prize over me. Lucky dude," Logan hit Dean on the shoulder, making him even more irritated.
"Yeah, lucky me. Anyway, we'll come by and pick you up in a couple days," he told Lex, already backing away to get back into the Impala.
"Sure, thanks guys," she gave Sam a hug and then pulled Dean in for one quick too.
"You call me if you want to come back sooner, okay? I don't trust this guy," he said into her ear, giving the big guy a smile and a "touch her and die" look.
"Don't worry, I can protect myself," she lifted her tank top to show a knife in her pocket and he smiled down at her.
"See you later."
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And now he was in laying in the grass with a guy's gun pointed at his forehead. Damn Detective was insane, and Sam was nowhere to be found. He was going to die in a field while Lex was off drinking beer and laughing with some other guy. As he struggled to get up, he found himself thinking about another fond memory, they seemed to be popping up way too damn much lately.
"Come on Winchester, get yourself out of it!" Lex was yelling at him, Dean laying in the grass on a hot August day somewhere in Texas. He was currently handcuffed, both wrists behind his back and sweat dripping down his forehead.
"This is never going to happen in real life!" Dean screamed at her, her fourteen year old face lighting up as she laughed.
"You never know what a monster might do, just figure it out. What's laying around you?" She asked, sitting down on a lawn chair from the motel pool.
"There's a straw, someones lost door key, and a girl's hairpin," he squirmed in the grass, wondering what people would say if they saw him rolling around in the dirt.
"So, what would come in handy in this moment of utter distress?" Lex was loving this. She always loved torturing him, ever since they met when he was 12. Such a little devil.
"Straw would break, key is too big....hairpin. Hairpin might work," he rolled over and situated himself so his hand could pick up the hairpin. Bending it with his fingers, he lifted them up and start jiggling it into the keyhole.
"There you go, Winchester. Finally finding your way...knew you'd brighten up sometime," she smiled her big braces full smile and he shot her a dirty look.
"I'm going to kill you when I get out of these!" He shouted, the click finally sounding as he got his hands free. Sitting up while rubbing his wrists, she lounged back in her chair and took a long sip of lemonade.
"See, now someday when some guy has you handcuffed on the ground, you'll be able to get out of it. All thanks to my training," she laughed a little, sliding some sun glasses over her eyes and just laying there. Dean could already see his plan of attack.
Getting up from the grass, he ran over and grabbed both of Lex's free hands. Before she could protest, he had them handcuffed together over her stomach. Picking her up while she screamed and kicked, he dumped her into the motel pool and watched her get all wet. Kicking her way to the surface, he stood above her like he owned the whole freaking place.
"Oh, fine. Don't be appreciative, but when you get tied up in a wrong situation and remember this moment, you'll be kissing my ass later on. You asshole."
Dean's eyes started looking all over the grass, trying to find something that could get him out of this. There wasn't a damn thing though, and the dude was looking pretty trigger-happy right now. If only Lex had taught him how to open cuffs with a blade of grass.
Thankfully, the cavallry finally showed up and saved his ass. Now that the death omen Clare was at peace and they were on their way to break into the impound, Dean found his emotions lifting up. Walking through the woods, they eventually made it to the highway and began their trek.
"Nice little note their, Hilts," Sam laughed as they walked, Dean smiling at his compliment.
"Why thank you, Mr. McQueen. You know, I can't believe they thought innocent little ol' me was a murderer. How foolish on their part," he joked, lights shining on them from up ahead. As they got down into a ditch to not be caught by any cops coming to get to the crime scene, they were surprised when it stopped.
"You two gonna lay down there forever or are you going to get in the freaking car?" Lex's voice rang from the highway, both of the Winchester boys looking at each other confused but nonetheless climbed out of the ditch.
"What a lovely sight to see, specially after meeting Big Joe in the clink. Trust me, that bending over for soap thing, true," Dean said sarcastically, Sam shaking his head as they met Lex on the road.
"You never even left the interview room, you liar." His brother called him out, punching him in the shoulder before climbing in the back seat.
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
"Are you going to get in the car or are you waiting for the cops to come get you? Maybe then you and Big Joe can have another go around?" Lex asked with raised eyebrows, hands still securely on the wheel.
"I'll get in when you scoot over, princess. I hope you don't think you'll be driving my car," she scoffed, taking off her seat belt and then climbing over the seat and settling in the passenger side.
"Can't even get a simple thank you," she sighed, curling her legs under herself as he got behind the wheel.
"What are you doing here, Lex? I thought you were off with Captain Hotpants?" He heard her snort as he pulled off onto the highway, heading towards no where but west now, no real destination set yet.
"Let's talk about it later. I want to sleep," she muttered, her head resting on the window and her feet now touching his thigh over the seat. He put a hand on them and rubbed her calves as she fell asleep.
"Thanks."
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When they pulled into a motel early the next morning, they all were ready for some sleep. Sure, they had all taken naps on the way into Indiana, but Dean wanted to sleep on a bed right now. Sam seemed weirdly upbeat though, saying he was going to get some food and call Ash as Dean and Lex went up to the room.
"So, ready to tell me why you left jock-o-rama now?" Dean asked her, shutting the door behind him as he discovered the place looking similar to a run-down hooker paradise.
"I called you like five times Dean, no answer. I wasn't going to stick around there worrying about you the whole time, now was I?" She asked him with a huff, sitting on the edge of one of the beds.
"Such a worry-wart," he patted the top of her head, setting his weapons bag on the side table.
"Oh shut up, it wasn't that great of a visit anyway. You were an easy way out," she muttered, blowing some of her brown hair out of her face. He sat across from her on the other bed and cocked his head to one side.
"Why is that?"
"Well, we used to date, like five years ago, and Logan just assumed we'd pick up again where we left off. I mean, two seconds after you left he turned into Mr. Paws. He just wouldn't drop it," she fell back into the bed, the creaking loud in the now silent room. Dean was contemplating jumping back into his car and pummeling the guy.
"I knew he was a douchebag," he growled, standing up and heading for the door without another thought.
"Dean, come on. It's not that big of a deal, okay? I'm fine, a bit pissed off, but fine otherwise. There is no need to act all heroic," she stood up next to him, her face serious as she tried to calm him down.
"You know I'll kick anyone's ass you want me to, right? No questions asked?" He wondered, pushing a stray piece of her hair behind an ear.
"Yeah, I do. That's why I didn't tell you until we were hundreds of miles away. See, using my brain," she tapped the side of her temple, grinning up at him.
"It finally came in handy then, that brain?"
"You're dead Winchester," she grabbed him around the middle and pushed him back onto the bed. Straddling his hips, she let her fingers trace his stomach up to his ribs before she attacked him.
"Tickling is not fair game, you ass," he tried to keep from laughing, this whole situation not a bit helpful for his masculinity. He grabbed onto her eventually and rolled her over until they were on opposite sides of the playing field.
"You started this mister, you got what you deserved." She stated plainly, her hair fanned out beneath her as he pinned her down.
"And I'm gonna finish it," he knew his hands were ice cold so he unbuttoned her jacket and then got a real devilish look in his eyes.
"I swear to God Dean, you better not..." she screamed before she could even finish. His hands pushed up under her t-shirt and landed on her stomach as she squirmed beneath him. Her skin was warm on his hands, making him heat up all over as he suddenly realized what he was doing.
Stopping all of a sudden, he stood up as she readjusted her shirt and finished taking off her jacket. "I think we should get some sleep," he said akwardly, taking his shoes and coat off now.
She nodded her head, turning away from him as he got lost in thought for a minute. That was, until she hit him in the head with a pillow.
"Score one for the good guys."
Now it's on.
