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Chapter 9

Under Your Skin

February 14, 2007

The last three months for Sam Winchester have been nothing short of hell. A week after his disappearance, Sam noticed small changes in his older brother Dean. For one, he wasn't up his ass as much. Most of Dean's time was spent with his ex-girlfriend Lexi, who just happened to be another one of the demon's chosen ones. The second thing, he wasn't that much of jerk, he was chipper, yes chipper despite the fact that he was the one sleeping on the lumpy couches.

Sam suspected that Lexi was more than just a job to Dean, even though he vehemently denied anything was going on between the two of them. Sam wasn't stupid or blind though. He saw the way they looked at each other and how Dean would let his fingers skim over her hand when Dean thought Sam wasn't looking.

Two weeks later his suspicions were confirmed when a groggy Sam wandered into the motel bathroom. He didn't realize that Dean was in the shower until he was actually in the bathroom. Sam turned the faucet on filling the little plastic cup with water, "Dean, leave me some hot water this time. I'm tired of taking cold showers."

"Well, get out and let me fucking finish then!" Dean yelled over the sound of the shower.

That's when Sam turned towards the shower is eyes going wide. There was no mistaking it. He could clearly make out two distinct figures through the shower curtain. Sam had just walked in on Dean and Lexi having sex, Sam really has bad timing.

December 15, 2006

Dean walked out of the bathroom freshly shaven his eyebrows knotted together, "Hey Sammy, where did Lexi say she was going?"

"Said something about going into town." Sam looked up from his laptop smirking at his older brother who was now fidgeting, "You shaved?"

Dean rubbed his now smooth cheek self-consciously before flopping on the shabby blue velvet couch, "Yeah so."

"Is that your good shirt?"

Dean looked down at the green button down shirt he had on his face burning, "I um…..nothing else was clean."

"Are you taking Lexi out on a date?" Sam chuckled savoring Dean's rare embarrassment, "It's her birthday isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is." He shifted uncomfortably, "What's your point?"

"Did you get her anything?" Sam smirked as Dean's expression twisted into something that looked like panic, "You didn't did you? Wow Dean, I knew you were a sleaze but come on. You're so lucky her father liked you. I mean you were 21 and Lexi was only 16 when you started screwing her but I never pegged you as a cheap sleaze."

"I got her something!" Dean snapped indigently, "I got her a knife."

Sam huffed rolling his eyes, "You got Lexi, your girlfriend, a knife?"

"Yeah! What's wrong with that?" Dean protested, "It's nice, it's a slightly curved eight inch blade, has a nice mother of pearl handle and besides she keeps saying I should give her a weapon."

"Dean, Dean, Dean." Sam stated his bitch face intact, "You do not give your girlfriend a knife for her birthday or for any occasion for that matter. You're supposed to get her jewelry, flowers, candy…..lingerie would be more your style. Do you understand? Girls do not want knives for their birthdays; they want little blue bags from Tiffany's."

Dean was about to reply the words dying on his lips as Lexi practically bounced into the messy room. Her long light brown hair trailed behind her, her arms loaded down with a couple of six packs, she kicked the door closed behind her smiling at Dean, "Honey I'm home."

"I can see that." He laughed getting up and taking the beer from her. He reached out touching a piece of her hair, "You changed your hair."

"Yeah." She stated simply biting down on her lower lip, "I just felt like I needed a change. So I just went back to my natural color."

Dean placed the beer on the table by Sam, turning to smirk at Lexi. "Damn it, now I can't call you Buffy."

"You can always call her Faith." Sam interjected helpfully causing both brothers to crack up.

"You both suck."

"Hey, you wanna go get a bite or something?" Dean asked Lexi while Sam smirked behind his laptop.

"Um sure." She tilted her head to the side her eyebrows inching up slightly, "Did you actually shave? The last time you shaved we went out on a date."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Are you hungry or not?" Dean snapped walking out the motel room door.

Lomeli's Restaurant

Dean turned leaning closer to Lexi after shutting off the car nodding at the restaurant, "Is this okay?"

"I don't think they serve burgers in there."

"Yeah, I know. I just feel like having something other than greasy diner food."

Lexi looked at Dean a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth when she realized he had taken her out on a date. "Yeah this is fine, D."

Dean slipped his arm around her waist casually pulling her more securely against his side as they walked inside. The restaurant was dimly light, crowed with little wooden tables and looking as if it had seen better days. Despite the shabbiness, the place was still crammed with people, the air vibrating with the hum of softly spoken conversations and the clinking of silver ware. The host led them to a table in the back right hand corner of the restaurant placing the menus down and asking if they wanted something from the bar.

"Two beers." Dean stated simply scanning the menu ravenously.

"God, it smells good in here. What are you having?" she asked flipping through the menu.

"Lasagna, you?"

"Chicken Parm." Lexi stated simply closing her menu.

Dean raised his eyebrow smirking, "You always get Chicken Parm."

"So……"

"Why don't you try something else?" he questioned taking a swig of his beer, "Live a little."

"Hmm maybe because I LIKE Chicken Parm. And you really can't screw that up. Well, maybe YOU could."

"Hey!"

"You're not the best cook, Dean." She stated her eyes wide and innocent.

Thirty minutes and several beers later the couple in the right hand corner were holding hands and reminiscing; their stories punctuated with loud laughter.

"Lex, remember that road trip we took?" Dean asked rubbing her hand in small circles.

"Which one? We took a lot of road trips, D."

"The Metallica concert." He stated his eyes wide like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

She covered her mouth with her free hand giggling, "We never made it to the concert, the car broke down."

"And we were going to sleep in the car." Dean finished for her breaking out into a huge smile, "then someone wanted to go camp out in the woods."

"Hey it was your fault; you wanted to take that dusty back road. Besides you had all that gear in the trunk and that big sleeping bag."

"I had beer too." Dean laughed his tone turning soft, "That was a good night, better than any concert."

"Yeah it was." She replied squeezing his hand, "We always did have a great time together, didn't we?"

Dean nodded staring down at their entwined hands before looking up meeting her eyes, "Ya know you were the only person I ever told the big family secret to, that I was a hunter. You're the only chick I was ever honest with…."

"I know." She whispered smiling gently at him encouraging Dean to continue with what he was going to say.

"I um, I really thought you were going to take off running down route 55 thinking I was some crazy fucking freak."

"I didn't though." Lexi smirked reaching her free hand across the table to touch Dean's cheek, "I already knew that you were crazy. That's what I like about you, you are…." Lexi paused searching for the right word, "unpredictable."

He sighed, nodding his head slightly, "Why didn't you ever tell me you were adopted?"

"I never really thought about my bio parents. I just thought it doesn't matter anyway. They never wanted me. So why waste my energy thinking about them? I never knew the truth till recently. I dunno, Dean. I never told anyone, it was just something I kept to myself."

"You got any other secrets, Lex?"

"Actually, I'm afraid of the dark." She smirked.

"Really? Yeah, well you should be. You know what's out there." He stated seriously his eyebrows knotted together reaching into his jacket pocket and sliding the badly wrapped knife over to her, "This should help with that."

February 14, 2007

Sam stared at Dean, his hazel eyes wide not believing what was coming out of his older brother's mouth. "Are you kidding me, Dean?"

"No, Sammy, I'm not. I have to do this." Dean stated firmly slipping a small knife inside his boot.

"Why do you have to do it alone?"

Dean shook his head raising his eyebrows, "Because Gordon' after you too. It's better if I go without you."

"You're gonna leave Lexi here?"

"No, she's coming with me."

"WHAT?" Sam questioned his lips forming a straight thin line while he glared at Dean.

"She's the bait, Sammy." Dean said as if it was the most genius plan in the world and Sam was an idiot, "I told Gordon if he came near her again I was gonna waste his ass."

Sam sat down on the bed looking up at Dean not bothering to hide the hurt in his eyes, "How come you weren't like this when it was me?"

"BECAUSE! Sammy, you can defend yourself, she can't!"

"Oh, come on, Dean! She has powers! She wasted that damn succubus by herself didn't she? Lexi saved both our asses that night."

"Yeah and Gordon knows that. You don't think he's not going to be prepared? I'm not arguing with you Sam. Stay here and if Gordon comes through that door you waste him."