A/N: This is one of my favorite chapters. Please let me know your thoughts/comments/etc...

As always, if you ever see a spelling error or something let me know please!

On youtube I was watching various videos and saw a "supernatural best music scenes" or something like that. I completely forgot about Death's entrance to Chicago with the cool car etc... It's definitely worth re-watching :)

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9

FRANKENSTEIN

"Bobby, there's like thirty different symbols and these weird charms or amulet things, how am I supposed to explain all of them?!" Sam said in a panic. He was sitting with bones in a coffin staring at all the different charms and amulets.

"Well describe a couple of them to me, we gotta start somewhere. We're just checkin' for the really bad ones so you don't end up dead burnin' this bastard!" Bobby Singer's voice rang through the other end of the phone.


"Run!" Dean shouted and the five of them ran out of the room and down the hallway to what looked like a study. Wheyburn was screaming down the hallway as he chased after them. "Damn it Sam!" Dean cursed and looked at Lexi with a nervous glance. Lexi stepped forward and fired salt rounds next to Dean at Wheyburn. Abby's cries could be heard from behind them, and Lexi feared that Sam wouldn't burn the bones in time.

"What the hell is he doing that's taking so long?" Lexi shouted over the loud noise of Wheyburn smashing things on his way towards them, and the fire of their guns. Dean turned to look at her with a sullen expression, and it almost resembled regret. Wheyburn approached them and grabbed Lexi by the throat.

"No!" Dean shouted, shooting the spirit once more. The salt rounds were only annoying it, and hopefully buying them time until Sam could burn the bones. Lexi's body fell to the floor, and Wheyburn quickly reappeared in front of Dean. With one hand, Wheyburn sent Dean's body soaring across the small room. He hit the wall next to the fireplace. Lexi heard Dean's cry of agony before she saw him on the ground bleeding.

"Dean!" she shouted in return and began to advance on the spirit when it suddenly caught fire and disappeared.


"That was way too close," Sam spat into the phone. He quickly said his goodbye to Bobby and got in the Impala. He called Dean's cell phone on his way back to the Wheyburn property. When his older brother failed to pick up after three times, he called Lexi's phone. She didn't answer either, and he was almost to the property with worry dripping off of him. He slammed down on the accelerator, speeding down the country road until he saw the familiar abandoned driveway.

He sprinted to the old door and ripped it open. "Dean! Lexi!" he shouted, praying that he'd receive a response.

"In here," Lexi yelled back. Sam followed her voice, taking note of all the broken furniture and destruction around him. As he walked into a room towards the back of the house, he saw a sight he'd never wanted to be a reality. Dean lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood.

"No," Sam said, rushing to his brother's side.

"He's alive, but he needs a hospital," Lexi concluded, holding onto Dean's hand. The three teenagers behind her were frozen in shock.

"Let's go," Sam urged, not wanting to waste another second. He knelt down and picked up his brother, wincing at the scream of pain that came from Dean.


An hour later they were sitting in the waiting room of Hikkon Memorial Hospital. Lexi was seated right next to Sam in the uncomfortable hospital chairs. Sam's knee was bouncing from his nerves, and Lexi's fingers tapped on the wooden armrest.

"What is taking so long?" Sam asked, irritated. Lexi put a comforting hand on his shoulder and tried to be supportive. Truth be told, she was terrified that Dean wasn't going to make it. He was in surgery, and had to have a fire poker fragment removed from his side. Another half hour passed until a nurse in green scrubs finally came out of a set of double doors.

"Winchester?" she called, looking around the waiting room at the few people.

"Here," Sam said, rising to his feet in an instant. Lexi stood as well, but hung back so Sam could speak to the nurse.

"Your brother is stable. You can see him now," the nurse said, gesturing for Sam to follow her. Sam turned back and reached for Lexi. He towed her along to the room the nurse led them to. Once they opened the door, they saw Dean in a hospital bed. His normally tanned skin was pale, and there were dark circles under his eyes. Lexi assumed that the lack of color was due to the blood loss. He was currently having an infusion, and a nurse was fiddling with the IV pump. She quickly left when she saw Sam and Lexi enter the room.

"Dean," Lexi said with heartbreak in her voice. Sam slowly stumbled to one side of the bed and pulled up a chair.

"Shit," Sam mumbled and continued to stare at his brother. At their words, Dean's eyes opened and he tried to clear his throat.

"Hey," he whispered in a raspy tone, looking at Sam and Lexi. Standing next to Sam, Lexi gave a sad wave and let out a sigh of relief.

"You're okay?" she asked hopefully.

"I'll live," he answered with a forced smile.

"Dude, you look like shit," Sam added, trying to appreciate the fact that his brother was still alive.

Dean was awake, watching the television that was mounted on the wall of his small room. Lexi had gone to get coffee for her and Sam, leaving the brothers alone. Sam was still in the chair at Dean's side, watching his brother flip through the channels mindlessly. Being the middle of the night, there wasn't much on besides old movies or infomercials. Dean still had the dark circles under his eyes, and wasn't talking much. It then dawned on Sam that he almost lost his brother.

"Dean," Sam started, gaining his brother's attention. "You almost died. You had a freaking fire poker stuck in your side."

"I know, it's gonna make a pretty sick scar," Dean commented.

"I'm serious Dean."

"What do you want me to say Sam? I'm so happy I'm alive and want nothing more than to ride off into the sunset with you and Lexi and live happily ever after?" The sarcasm was evident in Dean's statement.

"No. I'm trying to say that…I guess I didn't realize how serious it was. You're my big brother, and you've always been there. I guess I've developed this idea that you're invincible," Sam started.

"Can you not turn this into a chick flick moment?" Dean pleaded but Sam kept going.

"Look, what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry if I don't take things as serious as you do sometimes. Especially with dad and stuff…I don't know what I would do without my brother. And I don't think Lexi would know what to do either. She's kind of part of the gang now," Sam tried to smile at the end.

"Sam," Dean held up his hand. "You don't need to apologize. Just…leave it, okay? We're all alright, and life will go on," he concluded and gave a weak smile. Sam could tell that Dean was tired, and decided to just let it go and nod his head in agreement.

"Here ya go," Lexi strode back into the room and gave Sam a cup of coffee.

"Thanks. I'm gonna go call dad back and update him," Sam announced and left the room.

"Hey," Lexi said, setting her coffee down on the table and taking Sam's vacant seat. "I think Sam wants to take off and head back to the hotel soon," she added.

"Wow, you're gonna leave me here all by myself?" Dean joked, trying his hardest to not laugh. It caused him to go into a coughing fit and Lexi handed him his water. "Sorry," he muttered.

"It's okay," she chuckled. "I can stay if you want…I mean it's more fun making fun of old horror movies together than by yourself," she lamely offered, glancing at the television. Her heart started pounding once more, wondering if she was about to make an ass of herself or gain an invitation. Dean looked up into her deep, ocean blue eyes with his emerald ones.

"You're absolutely right. How can I possibly watch these movies without a partner in crime to criticize them with?" he said in his teasing tone. She froze, and looked at him with an inquisitive gaze. Sam chose that moment to re-enter Dean's room and clear his throat.

"I'm thinkin' about headin' back to the hotel room. Doctor says you'll be released sometime in the next few days," Sam commented.

"Next few days?!" Dean said exasperated.

"Dean you were a shish kabob a few hours ago. It's not a simple overnight stay," Lexi tried to calm him down. Dean opened his mouth to protest but Sam spoke first.

"Lexi are you ready?"

"No. She's staying here," Dean insisted. Sam looked down at his brother in confusion.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Lexi offered to stay, and I want her to," Dean said annoyed and avoided eye contact with Sam. Giving the two of them a knowing smile, Sam shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

"Alright then. Lex, call if he scares you away and you need a ride back to the hotel."

"Really Sammy?!" Dean called as Sam left the room. The lights were dim in the small hospital room, and an old Frankenstein movie was on the small television screen. Lexi was sitting awkwardly in the chair, wondering if she was supposed to say something or not. A few minutes of silence passed before Dean looked over at her and coughed.

"Lex I'm not gonna bite, I swear," he teased her again and moved the blankets out of the way. "Come on," he urged her. Hesitantly, she looked at the open spot on the bed next to Dean. Giving in to the urge, she walked around to the other side of the bed and crawled in. It was a tight fit, so she snuggled against his side. She accidentally moved her hand over his side wound, causing him to hiss in pain.

"Sorry!" she whispered. He laughed and pulled her closer once she moved her hand.

"It's okay," he answered. She rested her hand on his stomach while her head curled into his chest with his arm around her. Using his free hand, he turned up the volume a bit and looked down at Lexi. "Thanks," he said.

"For what?" she lifted her head a bit.

"For staying," he admitted. With a pale complexion and tired eyes he looked so innocent and vulnerable.

"Dean, it's okay to not want to be alone," she whispered back to him. He smiled and rolled his eyes.

"Well thank you," he said. Staring down at her, he couldn't help himself any longer. He leaned in to close distance between them. Dean's lips met Lexi's in a gentle kiss. His free hand went around cupping her face as he deepened the kiss. Their moment was broken when Lexi jumped at the screaming woman on the television. Dean let out a small snicker and kissed her forehead. She snuggled back into his side and smiled to herself. 'I just kissed Dean Winchester,' she thought to herself. It was a familiar feeling, bringing her back to their time together after she killed her father's demon. A moment later her train of thought was broken when Dean started making fun of the movie on TV, and she joined in. They fell asleep like that in his hospital bed, and Lexi was bubbling with excitement inside.


Dean felt like a few bricks fell from the giant wall he'd built within himself, hiding his hopes and dreams of a normal life. He lay awake in the small bed holding Lexi, and was unsure why he was awake. He only slept a few hours, while she was still out like a light. Sighing, he didn't want the moment to end, but knew that he needed to get out of the damn hospital. Thinking about the near future, he hoped that their kiss wasn't a onetime thing. He wanted more. Gently shaking her awake, he saw her slowly open her eyes.

"Lex, wake up."

"What is it? Something wrong?" she asked, rubbing her left eye.

"Yeah. I need you to help me escape," he said seriously. Lexi's eyes widened and she smirked up at him.