Chapter 10

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Dark Angel or Supernatural characters. For this fic I changed the DA time line. The pulse has already hit and Alec is out of Manticore in 2009. The characters of Lexi, Jake and Jackie are from a Supernatural AU Verse that I write. This is my first DA fic so please be kind. I hope you like it. Thanks to everyone that has been reading this story and thanks for the reviews. Be forewarned there is sex in this chapter. Reviews would be great!

Jackie knew Sam was going stir crazy in that cluttered house and if he didn't get out soon he was gonna go straight for Lydecker. Dean had been sulking since he found out they were going on a hunt without him, he even refused to help them with the research. Instead, he had gone out to the garage with Ben to do a tune up on the Impala. Still, Jackie couldn't help feeling a little bad as she left with Sam and Bobby to go hunt a banshee two towns over. Dean had stood on the porch looking remarkably like Jake when he's told he can't have another piece of candy. She glanced quickly over to Sam only to find he had the same expression on his face as his brother, "Sam, what's wrong?"

"Dean's not coming with us."

"Oh c'mon man. I think you two can survive not seeing each other for a couple of days. Besides, it's not like he's by himself. He has Lexi to keep him entertained."

"Yeah Jackie, but me and Dean know how to cover our tracks. I don't see what the problem is. And...and there's no reason why he couldn't come with us."

Jackie shook her head. Sam was unbelievable. No scratch that he was codependent. Lexi always told her Sam and Dean came as a set but this was going a little too far in her opinion. There's so much she wants to say to Sam but she knows it will only fall on deaf ears. He was a grown man for Christ's sake, he had to know how ridiculous he was being. But instead of saying those words out loud, Jackie turned to her husband asking,"What if someone spots him and calls in a tip?" Sam opened his mouth to protest but closed it and huffed, "Yeah, that's what I thought."

They spent the rest of the ride in a stoney silence. Bobby wasn't gonna complain though, it was better than the alternative of listening to Sam whine about Dean not being with them. Bobby eyed Sam out of the corner of his eye and shook his head. 'Typical.' he thought. Sam was staring out the window looking like a lost puppy. He smacked Sam's shoulder growling, "Snap outta it, son. Your brother just had to sit this one out. It's not like he's dead ya idjit." Sam turned from the window nodding. He knew both Bobby and Jackie were right but it still felt weird going on this hunt without his big brother. He sighed pulling out the research to go over it one more time.

That afternoon

Sam is in one of his moods and Jackie's patience is running thin. Once they found a motel room and were changed into suits, Bobby headed to speak to the corner leaving Sam and Jackie to interview the witnesses. Sam had played the part of FBI agent a little too well for his wife's liking. He was rude and condescending while questioning the first person to come into contact with the banshee but if that wasn't bad enough he was down right snarky with Jackie. Sam should count his lucky stars that she bit her lip to keep their cover but now all bets were off. She was about to shove her size 7 and ½ heeled boot up his ass.

Sam picked at his Cobb salad avoiding his wife's eyes. He was in no mood to talk to witnesses. He didn't even want to be on this hunt. Hell, what he wanted to do was go hunt down Lydecker and forget about this small fry case. But, here he was sitting in this greasy spoon with his wife glaring daggers in his direction. Jackie put her bacon cheeseburger down and pushed the plate to the side never taking her eyes off of Sam. She raised her eyebrows before she kicked his foot telling him to stop brooding over Lydecker.

"I'm not."

"Yeah, right. You're just always a big douche bag when questioning the locals."

Sam tapped his fork against his salad plate while pulling his bitch face and rolling his eyes. So maybe he wasn't his normal nice trusting self this morning when speaking with the witnesses. So what? But how was he supposed to not be on edge when he was doing nothing to help his brother. He glanced at Jackie shaking his head. He thought she understood but apparently she didn't. "Listen, I know you're trying to help by distracting me with this hunt...but I can't do this when my brother and his family's in danger."

"Sam, they're my family too ya know."

"Dean's not your brother."

"So what if it's through marriage and not blood...Dean's still my brother. And Lexi's more than my best friend she's my sister. So don't give me that bullshit about your brother and his family Sammy cuz they're my family too."

"It's not the same...it's..."

Jackie slammed her hand on the table causing the silverware and glasses to rattle. She was tired of Sam acting like she couldn't understand how he was feeling. She understood alright. She understood perfectly. He was being an obsessive jerk. Part of her felt bad that Sam was frustrated and the other part of her wanted to smack him upside the head for being so stupid and reckless. There was no other way to describe her husband's desire to run head long into some big bad government conspiracy. She gazed at her husband while running her hand down her face, "Sam, why don't you just call Victor and see if he has anything yet. You know damn well we need some intel on this bastard before we go after him. It's not hiding you know, it's being smart. I know how you Winchester men hate sitting around and would rather go off half cocked but there's more than just your and Dean's lives at stake now."

Bobby's house

That Afternoon

From the moment Sam had left with Jackie and Bobby, Dean began moping around the house. At first he paced the length of the library, then he attempted to sort through Bobby's books, finally he just sat on the couch mindlessly changing the channels. He stopped on a random channel not really caring what he was watching but now he sat there huffing and sighing. By mid day Lexi couldn't take it anymore. "Go do something. You're driving me crazy. All I can hear in my head is how much you miss your brother."

"What am I supposed to do? You guys got me on lock down."

"I dunno, Dean. Go out to the garage and work on that old pickup truck with the boys or something."

"Yeah, ok. Where are they?"

"They took Jake up to their room to play."

Dean nodded and went upstairs to get the boys. Ben jumped up immediately in search of his sneakers but Alec wanted no part in restoring the 1951 Chevy pickup truck Dean had found in the junk yard. What he really wanted to do was to sit in front of the television Dean had brought up to their room. Alec had important things to do like achieve the highest amount of points in 255 levels of Pac Man without losing a single life not to fix up some rust bucket. He opened his mouth to say just that but Dean was having none of it. Alec huffed, he knew he wasn't going to win this battle, not with Dean spewing stuff about bonding and what not. He knew when to admit defeat so he got to his feet joining his dad and brothers out in the garage.

Alec sat on the metal table swinging his legs while watching the others. Ben and Jake were both standing on crates next to Dean as they watched him take apart the old truck's engine. It wasn't that Alec didn't like cars, he did. He had excelled at diagnostics and repair something he gathered he inherited from Dean. Fixing things, cars especially, came easy to him. That didn't mean he wasn't bored. He would've much rather be sitting in front of the television or shooting cans on the fence out back. He slipped off the table to make his escape just as Dean looked in his direction asking him for a box wrench. "Where you going kiddo?"

Alec raised his eyebrow and grabbed the box wrench saying innocently, "To get you a box wrench."

"Uh huh. Thought you liked cars."

"I do but I already know how to fix an engine."

"Ever fix the body?"

"No sir, they didn't teach us how to do that."

"You want me to teach you? There's some rust and dents on this truck. I'll show ya how to fix that up and then repaint the body."

"Awesome."

A few hours into the restoration, Jake began tugging on Dean's shirt insistently. Dean wiped his hands on a rag before he picked Jake up and sat him on the edge of the truck's hood. Jake looked up at his dad, his lower lip stuck out and told him he was STARVING. Dean ruffled his son's hair, "Ok, buddy, I'll make us some lunch."

After lunch Dean decided that he was gonna teach the boys a couple of things about hunting to keep them from waking Lexi who was passed out on the couch. He sat at the kitchen table with his journal open while Ben and Alec sat across from him. He pointed to the open page in front of him. It was an entry he made in it years ago about demons. He turned the journal around pushing it towards the boys. "These sonsofbitches are enemy number one. You need to know how to identify them and how to fight them. First thing you need to know is that they can be anyone and you won't know it until they want you to."

Both boys looked at Dean with wide eyes and whispered, "Anyone? Like you or mom?"

"Yeah but there's ways to keep them from jumping in you. Like this." Dean pulled down his t shirt to show the boys his tattoo, "We all have one, the girls have smaller ones on the insides of their wrists. Since you're too young for tattoos you can wear an anti possession charm. You can get them to show themselves too. They flinch at the name of God but you have to say it in Latin. You say Christo and their eyes will turn black."

"Christo." the boys repeat.

"Good. Now, there just aren't black eyed skanks. Cross road demons have red eyes, the higher ups have white sometimes yellow eyes. As far fighting them salt will repel them as will holy water and Palo Santo. Then there's the Key of Solomon...it traps a demon like a roach motel... To send the bastards back downstairs you have to exorcise them. You boys are gonna learn the ritual and Latin." Dean opened an older book that was sitting on the table to his left. He turned the book towards the boys so they could get a look at it. "Okay, there's more than one exorcism ritual. Your Uncle Sammy prefers to use the Rituale Romanum. It's really long. I use a shorter version that gets the job done just as well. Repeat after me boys, "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, draco maledicte. Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos."

Lexi leaned against the archway listening to Dean recite the ritual before making her way over to him, a small smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. Her husband was a lot of things. He was known to be over bearing, one might even suffocating but no one could say Dean Winchester wasn't sexy as hell. "Hmm. Love when you speak Latin it's SO sexy."

Alec turned towards her, his face scrunched up in disgust. "EW, Mom. You two aren't gonna start kissing again are you?"

"What's wrong with me and your dad kissing?"

"It's gross. You both make weird wet noises. "

Dean looked over at Alec and snorted, "Kiddo, you're nine. In a few years you ain't gonna think kissing a hot girl is gross anymore. You're gonna have girls crawling all over you, trust me."

Later that night

Dean walks into the library after putting all three boys to bed. Tonight is the first night that Jake's sleeping in the attic with his older brothers. Lexi was nervous about it but relented once Ben promised he would come get her if Jake got scared. Dean hears Lexi moving around in the kitchen. He stands in the archway watching her clean up the dinner plates before making his way over to help her. He lays his hand over hers and squeezes. She smiles up at him his hand warm and rough against hers and he squeezes again.

"You wash, Lex and I'll dry."

The crooked smile on his lips makes her forget for a moment the trouble that's about to come crashing down on them. She can pretend for a minute that they're only visiting Bobby for the holidays and there's no secret military operation looking for them. When the moment passes she nods and hands him the dish she just washed to dry.

"Lexi."

He says her name softly with undertones of concern. She closes her eyes trying to push his thoughts out of her brain. She's still having trouble keeping the walls up inside her head. She's out of practice and the closer the proximity of the person, the harder it is for her to keep them out. She sets the dish back down into the sink taking a deep breath before turning to meet his eyes.

"Dean."

Dean doesn't need to be psychic to know when there's something gnawing away at her. It's there in her eyes and voice. He drops the towel he's holding and pulls her against his chest. She presses her face into the worn cotton of his t-shirt taking a shaky breath. She's overwhelmed, the tears come hot and fast soaking his shirt. His sturdy arms tighten around her making her feel small but she doesn't pull away from him. He's whispering soothing words in her ear now, his breath warm against her skin. Once her breathing evens out he steps back and lifts her chin making her meet his eyes.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

She wants to say everything, everything's fucked up again. Instead, she licks her lips and shakes her head. Dean quirks an eyebrow at her and then he's shooing her into the library to relax as he tells her he'll finish cleaning up. She doesn't argue and leaves the kitchen. She walks over to the beat up turn table Bobby has hidden in the corner. She could use some music to get lost in right about now. She grabs the album on top of the pile. It's Bad Company's Desolation Angels and puts on side B. Dean joins her on the couch by the third song. He throws his arm around her shoulders tugging her close.

"You, okay?"

"Yeah. I'm better."

The lie rolls off her tongue smoothly but she knows Dean's not buying it. He knows her too well but he doesn't push. Instead, he sits there with her listening to the music. He smirks down at her when 'She Brings Me Love' starts playing.

"I know why you picked this record."

"Really?"

"Hmm hmmm. This song was playing on the radio when I took your V card."

Dean leans down and presses his lips against her mouth. She clutches his shirt returning the kiss firmly because she doesn't want to talk or think anymore. Suddenly she's feeling like she's sixteen again and back in that crappy apartment John had rented in Ashland. She could visualize the living room perfectly. The tattered brown couch with the scratchy material, the beat up coffee table that would be littered with rolling papers, dime bags and empty beer bottles when John was out on a hunt.

She feels Dean coaxing her onto her back as he deepens the kiss and slips his tongue inside her mouth. One of his hands is now tangled in her hair, the other gently pushing her legs apart. He pulls back slowly his tongue dancing lightly across her bottom lip. The walls she tried to put up to keep his thoughts out of her head crumble when he presses himself against her. His desire for her running through her mind mingled with her own is too much for her to handle. She's swept up in it and begins tugging at his clothes.

Dean grabs her hands shaking his head no before roughly kissing her again. She moans into the kiss as he runs his hands down to grip her hips. Everything begins to move at warp speed. Clothes are discarded and littered on the library floor. Both of them forgetting about the three boys upstairs that could walk in on them at any moment.

She helps rid him of his undershirt and tosses it to the floor. Her hands slid up to his shoulders and back down his chest. She closes her eyes loving the feeling of his warm skin under her hands. Her eyes open and she stares at the tattoo on his chest. Her fingertips trace over her name that had been inked above his heart years ago. She replaces her fingertips with her mouth, kissing and licking at her name causing Dean to moan. She nips at his chin and neck until he catches her lips in another kiss. He trails his mouth down her neck to the top of her chest before he cups her breasts, rubbing her nipples through the flimsy lace bra. Lexi sits up, her eyes locked on Dean, fully aware of him watching her while she takes off her bra. He pushes her back down on to the couch, flicking his tongue over each nipple. She moans softly arching her back when he takes a nipple into his warm mouth. He shifts and presses his weight down onto Lexi while dragging his lips up to meet hers. He kisses her softly, taking his time to explore her mouth with his tongue.

Dean breaks the kiss and sits back on his heels looking down to admire his wife. He leans forward licking and kissing his way down from her breasts, to her stomach, to her hips. He plays with the edge of her panties pulling the right corner down slightly to see the tattoo underneath. He smiles as he looks down at his name that is tattooed on her right hip. He moves forward again running his tongue slowly over the tattoo. When he's done, his fingers hook into her lace panties sliding them off and tossing them onto the floor.

He moves back down nipping at her inner thighs before swiping his tongue from her opening to her clit. She can't help but whine when he flicks his tongue against her. She wants more contact and begins shifting her hips to get closer to his mouth. Dean throws an arm across her thighs to keep her in place. He's the one driving and she was going to have to be patient. He swirls and flicks his tongue, her little moans driving him crazy. He pushes his tongue inside of her while he rubs her clit in small circles causing her to whimper and tremble. Pulling back slightly, Dean slides one finger inside of her then a second thrusting and twisting them slowly. Her back arches, her hips buck, she's close, a little to close and Dean stops.

He wants her to taste herself on his tongue and begins kissing his way back up her body. He runs his tongue along her bottom lip before slipping it into her mouth. He takes his time with the kiss, his hand sliding down between her legs teasing and pinching her clit. She grinds against his hand whining that she wants him inside her now. He presses his lips roughly against Lexi's pushing into her without warning.

His fingertips digging hard into her hips, he pulls her up so that she's sitting in his lap. She gasps wrapping her legs around his waist and clawing at Dean's shoulders. He closes his eyes grunting. He thrusts harder and deeper into her, the old couch creaking under their weight with every thrust.

It feels like his hands and mouth are every where. It's getting more difficult for her to stay quiet. She bites into his bicep to muffle her moans as she clings tighter to him. He's kissing that spot behind her ear that drives her crazy and that's when she looses it. Covered in sweat, her breathing labored, Lexi throws back her head moaning out his name. A few minutes later he begins to shake and he buries his face against her neck. He breathes out her name and it's over.

Dean pushes her gently back down against the couch feeling completely drained and sated. He lays there with her placing small kisses down her neck and throat to the top of her breasts. He buries his face into her chest. Dean wants to stay like this with his arms wrapped around her and go to sleep. He's cold, which means he's going to have to move to get dressed or freeze to death. Moments later he reaches down gathering his boxer briefs and t-shirt from the floor. He hands Lexi his t-shirt and pulls on his boxer briefs. He then grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and settles back down, his head resting on her chest. She's running her fingers through his hair, lulling him to sleep. He can barely keep his eyes open now. He yawns and before his eyelids droop closed, he turns to her with a smirk on his face saying, "Bobby's gonna kill us when he finds out we did it on his couch."

The Next Morning

Dean was dragging ass this morning but he didn't care. After his nap last night they took it upstairs for round two, three and four. The aches and pains he had were totally worth it. Even though he was swore all over, he still hummed to himself as he made his way downstairs. It had been a long time since they've had a night like that and he wasn't missing Sammy at all. It made him miss New Orleans. He loved living there and not just for the food he realized but for the privacy he had. Sammy was still close by, hell the kid had rented the apartment below his and Lexi's and they all had dinner together almost every night. Once dinner was over they'd go to their separate apartments where Dean could enjoy just being a husband and a dad.

He entered the kitchen with a simple purpose, to make his wife breakfast in bed. It was another thing that he hadn't done in quiet some time. Truth was Dean loved to cook. He especially loved to cook for Lexi. Being that Dean loves food, when they made New Orleans their home base he tried his hand at more complicated stuff than his dad's 'Cure all Kitchen Sink Stew'. The results were surprisingly good but Dean still hid the fact from Sammy that he could actually COOK. Dean opened the cabinets and began pulling out the ingredients for French Toast. He whistled while he worked enjoying the silence of the house. Once the food was done he grabbed one of the breakfast trays Jackie had found when they were cleaning out the attic piling the plates and glasses on to it to bring it upstairs.

Dean walked quietly up to his bedroom so not to wake his wife. He stopped by the side of their bed placing the breakfast tray on the night stand. Lexi was turned away from him, the sheet she was clutching hanging low giving Dean a nice view of her bare back. He sat on the edge of the bed running his fingertips slowly down her spine while whispering her name. She turned towards the direction of his voice smiling when she saw it was him.

"I made you breakfast."

She sat up clutching the sheet to her chest and yawned. "You did? Why?"

Dean reached over and placed the tray over her legs. He shrugged and grabbed one of the coffee mugs, "I just felt like it."

Later that day

Sam had volunteered to pack Bobby's truck in a hurry to get back. He wanted to put this town far behind him. He had so much to do! He needed to get his hands on his father's journal to start. Last night after taking care of the banshee Sam had called Henrikson as he was packing his belongings up. He was hoping that Victor had found something, anything to help them out. Unfortunately, Victor had come to the same dead end as Sam did. There was nothing in any database that a Donald Lydecker had ever existed. However, he did have something on Manticore itself. Victor had found information on a "Veteran's Hospital" that recently burned down in Gillette, WY with no survivors. Not only that, there were reports in the surrounding area of animal/man hybrids and children with super strength. It wasn't much of a lead on Lydecker's whereabouts but at least he now knew where ground zero was.

It wasn't until he was in the shower this morning when it occurred to him. They were looking in the wrong place all along for Lydecker. They had leads on this man and proof he wasn't a ghost. It was all in their dad's journal. He met Donald Lydecker when he was in the service which meant his contacts that were from his military days should know him as well. Sure, the leads might be twenty years old but it could help piece together who this guy was and where he'd go. Sam hummed to himself as he threw the last bag into the trunk. He was gonna find this guy before he found them. Sam was sure of this. If there was one thing he learned from his father it was how to put together research to hunt someone down.