I was on a roll tonight so I got two chapters done. This chapter has some things that make this story rated M so be ready for that. Hope ya'll enjoy!!!


After weeks of Dean spilling the beans that his dad wanted him to kill Sam if necessary, Croatoan, a demonic child, a vampire, a few ghosts, and his brother getting possessed by a demon, Dean was sitting in a motel room alone. It had only been a day since he had gotten the shit beaten out of him, Jo only doing so well on his gunshot wound. Sam was off somewhere collecting information about a mission or something and Lex was MIA.

Throwing his legs over the side of his bed, he looked down at the torn shirt he was still wearing and the gauze that was completely soaked in blood. He knew that his dad probably would have shot Sam before asking questions when he saw what he was doing to Jo, but he didn't take that chance. Dean knew caring too much about people would be his downfall, be it Sammy or Alexis, one of them would be the death of him.

Hearing the door open, he looked over his shoulder to see Lex walking in with a big plastic bag. She was wearing his leather coat over a short black dress and some boots. He smirked, trying to stray away from how sexy he thought she looked in his jacket that was way too big for her. She smiled when she saw him looking, taking the jacket off and throwing it on a table.

"Don't say a word, Winchester. It's laundry day and this was all I had to wear," she admitted with red cheeks, the black dress short and tight. Dean didn't mind though, and eyed her appreciatively when she bent over to dig through the bag.

"I'm just glad I wore my black dress last week. Wouldn't want to be too matchy-matchy, would we?" He joked, Lex turning around to roll her eyes and come to sit next to him. In her hands was a big pair of scissors and a bunch of random first aid stuff.

"Yeah, that would have been a crime against fashion to the hundredth power. Now, shut up," she took the scissors and cut the rest of his shirt off so she wouldn't have to lift his bad arm.

"I'm liking this whole getting me naked thing, but shouldn't someone be looking after you?" Dean's hand graced he face, her forehead and cheek black and blue and swollen. He knew there was a big cut on the back of her neck too but she shook his hand off.

"I'll live, but you...you might die of infection if I don't look at this."

She ripped the old gauze off and looked at the big gaping hole in his shoulder, sticking her tongue out to show how gross she thought it was. As she rummaged through the stuff she bought, Dean put his hand on her knee and rubbed it soothingly. It wasn't something new, so Lex kept digging through stuff. He had been doing it since they became really close friends, something he did to try and tell her to relax and let go of her stress. If it worked, he couldn't tell, because she always seemed tense.

"You know this wasn't your fault, right?" Dean got her to look at him, his lips breaking into the biggest smile he could do before his face began to throb again. She nodded reluctantly, now threading a needle and getting ready to stitch him up.

"I should have at least been conscious though...even Bobby made it up before I did," she said with a frown, taking a hand and guiding his face to her shoulder. This way he could scream or cuss as loud as he wanted and she got a better view of the wound.

"Yes well, you got thrown across the room and hit your head on the mantle. I'm pretty sure no one wakes up too quickly after -- shit, that hurts!" He yelled, burying his face deeper into her shoulder.

"Shut it, you big baby. Like you've never been stitched up before." She continued doing it as fast as she could, Dean only liking the fact that he could take in her smell without seeming weird. She smelled of cinnamon and lavendar, just like always. He wanted to trace her collarbone with his lips, find his way down into the low cut dress that she was wearing and see everything she had to offer. "All done!"

Damn it all to hell.

"That wasn't painful at all," he whined, sitting up again with her help. She got some rubbing alcohol and cleaned the blood from around the stitches before putting some new dressings on it and declaring him all better.

"I got you this sticker, just so everyone would know you're special," she said happily, showing him a sticker with a bear on it saying "I've been brave today". He couldn't help but laugh a little.

"I'm sure that'll help me get all the ladies. Grab me a new shirt would ya? Seeing as you destroyed this one," he held the shreds in his hands, Lex huffing a bit before going over to the bag on the floor to find him some clean clothes.

"Stop staring at my butt, you horn dog," she laughed, turning around with a new shirt in her hands. He acted offended, putting his good hand on his chest and let out a large huff.

"How dare you say such a thing! Like I would ever objectify a woman like that," she stuck her tongue out at him, putting the t-shirt over his head and helping him get his injured arm through the sleeve.

"How about we go get some drinks tonight, huh? Try to lift the spirits around here; Sam is really starting to get me down with the whole 'kill me' routine," she stated, trying to make light of the situation. Though, Dean was feeling the same way.

"I knew you got that dress out for something."

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As they strolled into a local bar called The Pit Stop, the place was crawling with locals and some bikers. Sam had agreed to go with them after some convincing from Lex and they found some seats up at the bar and sat down. Lex hung his jacket up on the back of her chair and thanked him with her eyes again for letting her borrow it. He didn't really see any choice after demonic Sam had sliced her own though. It was too cold for her not to be wearing something outside more than the skimpy dress.

"Here is a beer for you, lovely lady, from the gentleman down there," the bartender said, coming over and pointing at a middle-aged man with a partially toothless grin. Lex gave a little cheers with her bottle and turned back to them.

"Aren't I a lucky lady," she said annoyed, taking a long sip of beer.

"Or he just noticed how the cold is doing wonders to your body," Dean said, Lex punching him hard in the wounded arm. He sucked air in through his teeth, Sam laughing off to his side.

"Nice one Lex," they high-fived behind his back and he wished he could punch someone.

"And a beer for you from the young lady," Mr. Bartender said again, pointing at a young red-head sitting in the corner. Dean gave a big smile to her before looking to see Lex perturbed.

"And a beer for you, seeing as I'm sure you want one and no one has offered yet," the guy continued to Sam, Lex snorting into her bottle as Dean laughed too. Sam looked at them both angrily and went off to play some pinball.

"I'm going to go get me some more free drinks, if you'll excuse me," Dean took his bottle and left Alexis at the bar alone. He knew it was a bit of a dickish move to make, but he needed to get laid soon and he knew it wasn't going to come from her. As much as he wanted it to.

"Hey there, sexy," the girl practically purred when he came up to her, her short and very revealing leopard print dress making her seem even more catlike. He licked his lips involuntarily, settling down next to her.

"Why hello to you too. What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Becky Ann, and what about you tiger? Let me guess....is it, Jack?" She had bright emerald eyes surrounded in black eyeliner, seemingly drawing him closer with every word.

"You must be psychic, cause you got that one right on the nose."

"Want to get out of here?"

"Right again."

Later when he rolled under the sheets with whatever her name was, he got a painful reminder of Lex everytime he rolled on his bad shoulder -- literally. Even as the pretty girl bounced on top of him drenched in sweat and yelling out the wrong name, the only name that fell from Dean's lips was Alexis.

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Creaking the door open around four a.m., he was surprised to see Lex sitting up watching TV. She was in her pajamas now, under the covers in his bed and watching an old cartoon. He noticed she was nibbling on some cookies before she caught a sight of him and put them back in the box.

"Made it back okay, that's good," she smiled somewhat sadly, licking her fingers and looking over at Sam to make sure her voice wasn't too loud. His brother was dead to the world though.

"You know me, always can find my way back," he smirked, taking off his jacket and throwing it on the table. As he threw it though, he realized that he left Lex without it and then realized again that he took the car. Man, his dickish moves were adding up tonight.

"Don't worry Dean, Sam gave me his coat and the bartender got us a safe ride back. No need to feel guilty," she stated it so simply, so innocently, it made his blood boil. He wanted her to be pissed at him, to yell at him. To want him not to be having sex with girls that weren't her. He took his shirt off and threw it with his jacket as he kicked his shoes off.

"You're not mad at me? At all?" He asked incredulously, leaving his pants on as he came over to her, wishing Sam wasn't here right now so he could let a good yell out.

"I neither control or own you Dean, why would I be mad? If you want to contract horrible STD's, that's cool with me. Just call me so I know you don't get sacked by a crazy demon or something, okay?" She started to get out of the covers but he stopped her.

"Do you know how pissed off I'd be if you left me in some dive bar without a ride home to go fuck some random dude? I'd kill you!" Sam grumbled next to them, turning on his side with a pillow going over his ear so he could get back to sleep.

"Why? What's the point Dean?"

"The point is that you'd have left me somewhere I don't know to have fun and I'd be freaking miserable. Just thinking about you with some other douche bag makes me miserable," he realized he was saying too much but he couldn't contain his word vomit at the moment. Too many drinks and he still smelled of the sickly cotton-candy perfume that girl had been wearing.

"Are you saying that I can't ever have fun? That it'll torture you if I go out and have a good time? That isn't fair!" She was yelling now, Sam waking up completely to take a pillow and blanket and leave the room. Dean had found him a few times like this in the past when he brought girls back to their room, outside sleeping in the Impala. He felt bad but he had other things to worry about right now.

"What isn't fair is you not caring that I'm off with some random slut! Why don't you care?" He was yelling now too, Lex standing up on the bed so she would be taller than him. Always trying to get the upper hand, she put her hands on her hips and stared down at him.

"Why the hell should I, Dean? It's not like I could say 'Don't go off and screw that whore Dean, I rather hang out and talk'. That wouldn't get through your head, and you wouldn't even give it a second thought after a girl pushed her boobs in your face. My opinion doesn't matter, remember when you said that? Do you?" She screamed louder, someone banging on their wall to try and get them to calm down.

"I was mad at you!"

"Yeah, about some shitty girl who dumped you two minutes after you told her the truth! You threw away our friendship for some freaking girl who you fucked for ol' times sake and left again. If my opinion doesn't count when it tries to keep you from getting hurt when the hell will it count?" She was crying a little now, her hands balled into fists as if she wanted to hit him.

"It always counts, Lexie, you should know that by now!" He could feel how red he was in the face, both of them probably in pain with their faces held in such frowns.

"Don't you dare call me that Dean, don't act like saying by one or two nice things I'll just come crawling back on my knees for you. I've been letting you get away with that for too damn long!" She jumped off the bed, heading for the bathroom before he cut her off and stood in front of the door.

"Yeah, and your guilt tripping shit needs to end too! You held your brothers death over me for years and he was alive the whole fucking time!"

"You left me there Dean! You left me with what you thought was my dead brother and you didn't even turn around. You didn't even call me until after my dad shot himself in the head! Not even a phone call!" She was crying now, wet tears streaming down her freckled cheeks.

"I'm sorry, dammit, okay? I'm SORRY!" He didn't know what he was doing, but he came at her and pulled her into his arms. His lips landed on hers so fast that he didn't even know how they felt before she pulled back and slapped him across the face.

They both stood there, breathing heavily and staring at each other. Her tears had stopped and he just looked at her with nothing coming to him on what to say. Before he knew it, they were at each other like sex starved animals. His lips could fully taste hers now, the mix of beer and chocolate chip cookies sweet in his mouth. His hands found their way up the back of her shirt, only stopping from kissing her to take it off and throw it across the room.

His cool hands found her warm breasts and she moaned in his mouth, her nimble fingers taking the belt off from around his hips as his lips found their way from her mouth down her neck. He traced a path to the valley between her breasts, her breathing short and quick as her hands weaved their way into his hair.

"This isn't me forgiving you," she panted, Dean laughing against the side of her breast as he licked it teasingly.

"Good to know," he laughed again, letting his hands finish taking of his own clothes as he sucked and nibbled all over her skin. She had sweat rolling down her skin and goosebumps all over as he breathed cool air across her nipples.

She let out a loud moan before bringing his face back up to hers and her tongue met his again. He was pushing her back into a wall, hot air escaping her mouth as her wounded skin hit the wallpaper. He whispered his apology but she just responded with guiding his hand to the inside of her thigh. He was lost in her, the smell and taste of her even more delicious than he imagined. After giving her only a little of what she wanted with his fingers, he ripped off her shorts and panties and let her lock her ankles around his back.

"I'm still really mad," she said, her blue eyes only partially open as he got a good grip on her hips.

"Me too," and as he pushed into her, she bit onto her bottom lip and held onto his biceps for dear life. He didn't even want to know what the neighbors were thinking now, the paintings on the wall shaking with every thrust.

He laid his lips on her shoulder as he went faster, trying to hold onto her the best he could with a bum shoulder and with both of them so slick with sweat. As he came close, he whispered her name across her collarbone and she screamed his in return. Just hearing her yell it like that had him shuddering again. As they sank down onto the floor, Lex straddling him as he laid on the carpet, she tried to slow her breathing.

She looked beautiful above him, her brown hair wild from his hands and from pressing into the wall. Her lips were swollen and bruised, her breasts and neck covered in small bite marks and hickies. He smiled, feeling like he had finally got to lay his mark on her, happy that it had finally happened.

"Time to wake up, Dean."

He blinked his eyes, sunlight pouring into a window he didn't recognize. Turning over in bed, he saw the redhead from the night before and he had major morning wood.

"Where the hell am I?"

"With me silly, and I can tell you're ready for round five," she giggled, her head going beneath the sheets somewhere as he fell back into the bed and wished that the dream was real and what was currently happening wasn't.

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As he came into the room this time, things were different. Lex was in the shower, Sam eating breakfast and flipping through the TV with a small smirk on his lips as his big brother came through the door. Dean rolled his eyes at him, wishing he could take a cold shower as the dream came back to him again after seeing Lex's bra laying on his bed.

"Have fun last night?" Sam asked, his eyebrows raised as he finished his muffin.

"Fun wouldn't be the word," he grumbled, grabbing a coffee from the cup tray and sitting on the bed. He fingered the red bra next to him, and wondered how long it would be until he finally got his real chance with Lex. Suddenly, she came out of the bathroom completely naked, smiling devilishly and shiny covered in hot water. Sam came to stand behind her, his hands running along her arms.

"How about a threesome? Bet that'd be fun....you, me, and Sam?"

"Did I lose you?"

Dean blinked again, his eyes sore with sleep and alcohol. Daring to open his eyes, he found himself on the floor with Lex covered in some blankets pulled off from the bed. It was still night time, there wasn't a red head, and Sam wasn't laying naked with them.

Thank freaking GOD.

"What? No, I'm still with ya," he smiled at her, her naked body hot next to his as she rested her head on his chest now. He ran a hand absentmindedly through her hair, content on knowing that the dream demon hadn't completely screwed him over. If that had all been a dream, he would have killed himself.

"What are you thinking about in there? I'm thinking about how I can't believe I was your sloppy seconds and that I just had sex with you," she laughed, a finger tracing patterns on his lower abdomen. She was stirring him awake again, and he liked it.

"Trust me, I don't even remember a thing about that other girl and she didn't mean anything. Also, is it so unbelievable?" He looked down at her as she looked up, her shoulders shrugging as she sat up and away from him. He got a good look at the cut on her back and neck and winced. It was bleeding again in places, the wall probably ripping off scabs and rubbing it the wrong way.

"Yes and no. I mean, I always kind of hoped it would happen, in the back of my mind. But I never thought it would, you know? I mean, it's you. And it's me. We've never really had the chance before now. And even now, I'm still pissed at you," she sighed, Dean sitting up to kiss along the wound and making her shiver.

"Hey, if it's any consolation, I've always hoped it would happen too. I mean, come on, you got great tits," She elbowed him in the gut, turning to look at him seriously.

"Can you stop with the sarcasm for two minutes, Winchester?" She pleaded, wrapping herself tightly in the sheet. He thought it was endearing the way she covered herself up even after having that hot of sex.

"Sorry Lex, it's just ever coming. Really though, ever since that night back when you were 17, I've been dying to at least kiss you," he stated honestly, her eyes misty for a minute before she looked away from him.

"I can't believe you remember that. I didn't think guys kept things like catching lightning bugs in a field with some loser girl high on the memory list," she stated miserably, probably remembering how geeky she had been back then. He loved it though, and only longed to see her in her glasses again.

Damn contacts.

"I remember everything Lex, I mean, how couldn't I? We're best friends, always will be," he bent in and kissed her, her hands softly landing on his cheeks as they laid back down again.

"When we wake up, I'm yelling at you again."

"Looking forward to it."