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"Are you losing your damn mind? I can't shoot that! That can is like gnat sized and a billion miles away."
Dean just shook his head and gave her a half chuckle, "Lex, just do it how I showed you, okay? Aim, deep breath and squeeze the trigger. You got this."
Alexis inhaled deeply and pointed the small handgun at the old Pepsi can. Exhaling, she pulled the trigger. THUNK. She missed. Horribly.
"Wow. You suck."
"Thanks for the words of encouragement Dad," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, okay. Let's try this again."
"No wait. Have you ever thought of being a motivational speaker," she asked mockingly, "Cause you'd be kick ass at it!"
Dean gave her a look, "You done?"
"Almost," she barreled on. "I mean really Dad. You should work in a clinic with depressed teenagers! You can give'em a little pep talk like you did me, and then leave a few straight razors with them. If they don't off themselves, you totally get your paycheck." Alexis gave him big thumbs up.
"Hormonal much?"
"Oh, you haven't seen anything. Wait till 'lady time'. Let me suggest that you don't give me a gun."
"Shut up and aim for the target."
She stuck her tongue out at her amused father, but did as she was told. Breathing deep, the words, "You suck," bounced around in her head. Alexis squeezed the trigger. The bullet exploded through the center of the can.
"Boo-ya Bitches!!" she exclaimed, "Who sucks now?"
"Good job." He lined up three more cans and two bottles. "Do it five more times."
"You're never satisfied, are you?"
"Not until you hit every target. Go."
"Slave driver," she muttered and carefully lined up her next shot.
* * *
A few hours later Dean and Alexis returned to the motel. "How'd it go?" Sam asked looking up from the TV.
"Not bad," Dean answered shrugging off his button up shirt, which he then tossed onto a nearby bed.
"Not bad? Dude, I was freaking awesome! I hit everything he told me too… except the first can. After that I was amazing!"
"She's also very humble," Dean cracked raising an eyebrow in her direction.
"She gets that from you," Sam said.
"Well, while you two discuss my awesomeness, I am going to sit outside and read. It's way to nice to be stuck in here." Lex grabbed the paperback that was lying on the night stand.
"Stay close," Dean called as the door closed.
"Yes Dad," she yelled in a mocking tone.
Dean noticed the amused expression on Sam's face. "What?"
"You do know she's turning into you, right?"
"Is that so terrible?"
Sam didn't reply. He just turned his attention back to the TV. "So 'Dad' huh?" He observed aloud to his older brother. "When did that start?"
Dean pulled two beers from the mini-fridge. "Last night. Ghost was going at us, and she yelled it to get my attention." He took a swallow of the foamy, amber beverage. "Been calling me 'Dad' ever since."
The younger hunter nodded his head with a look of agreement on his face. "You're taking it well. You like it?"
Dean took another sip of his beer. "Yeah Sammy. I think I do."
* * *
Outside, Alexis spotted a sprawling oak tree across the parking lot. It's long, leafy branches provided shade as she took her spot under them. Her back rested against the sturdy trunk. Closing her eyes, she drank in the serenity of the moment. Moments later, she flipped her book open and began to read.
40 minutes had gone bye when Lex felt someone watching her. Peering over the top of her book, she saw a boy, a little older than she, watching her from a bench. Caught in his Peeping Tom ways, he bought two Dr. Pepper's from a nearby vending machine, and made his way over. The closer he came, the more Alexis was impressed with what she saw.
The boy was around 6 feet tall, a heedful of black hair and startling blue eyes. He stopped a safe distance from Alexis and introduced himself. "Heath Peyton," he extended the pop towards her.
Seeing this as a friendly gesture, Alexis accepted the soda. "Alexis Win… Alexis Winston," she lied, remembering her father and uncle's warnings about revealing her true identity.
"Mind if I sit?" He asked.
"Help yourself," she replied, falling deeply into his gaze.
* * *
A couple of days later, Lex still hadn't informed her family about Heath. Even though she had met him every day for a few hours, Sam and Dean were too busy working on a case to notice her frequent outings.
"Dean, I think I found a link for all the recent deaths, and I may have an explanation on what's behind them."
"Shoot," Dean said putting down the gun he was cleaning.
"All six victims were between the ages of 16 and 20. All the women were brunettes, found in their homes alone with no signs of a break in or physical trauma, except the sexual assault."
The older brother asked, "and your theory?"
"An incubus… or a type of incubus. They lull women into a false since of security, hypnotizing them using their eyes. Normal Incubi rape the women through there dreams. This particular type does it in person. I spoke with Bobby this morning. He said it sounds like the work of Frimost."
"Frimost?"
"Yeah. He's a demon who controls the minds of girls and women. But he was banished to hell in the 16th century. To raise him, seven virgins need to be raped and the last most have bloodshed. If I'm right, he needs one more victim."
"So how do we kill his man bitch," Dean asked picking a knife up out of the weapons bag, and started sharpening its blade.
"Hot iron, threw the eyes."
"Gross."
"Yeah."
Alexis chose then to return to the room. Both hunters stared at her as she walked in. "Hey guys. What's up?"
"We have a case. Where've you been?" Dean asked.
"Outside," she said like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
"No kidding. Where at?"
"A walk around town. Geeze, lighten up."
"We're just a little on edge Lex. The demon we're after is looking for girls who fit your description," Sam tried to soothe.
"Well that's just great," Lex said heading for the bathroom. "I'll go out strapped from now on."
Before either man could say a word she shut the bathroom door and started the shower.
"Breathe Dean. We'll talk to her when she's done," Sam said noting the vein throbbing in his brother's head.
An hour and a half later, Alexis finally emerged from the bathroom, dressed in flared blue jeans and a green and white striped tank top. Her hair fell in soft curls around her shoulders. She was pulling on her white Adidas when Dean looked up.
"Jesus Kid, could you take any longer?" He regarded her hair, makeup and clothes with a careful eye. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Out," she said grabbing her cell phone and wallet.
"Where?"
Sam watched the conversation ready to step in if need be.
"To a diner with a kid I met."
"And this person would be?"
She rolled her eyes in exasperation, "Heath Peyton."
"A guy?"
"No. A really butch lesbian. Yes, a guy."
"When did you meet him," her father asked standing. His arms crossed over his chest and his stance wide.
"Why are you interrogating me?"
"Don't evade the question. Just answer it."
"A couple of days ago. Christ, we're not Amish. It doesn't have to be Rumspringa for boys and girls to talk." She headed for the door and opened it. "See ya." Alexis stepped out.
"Alexis… whatever the hell your middle name is, get your ass in here!"
"It's Sophia," she snarled slamming the door behind her.
Dean quickly shoved his feet into his boots, "What the hell is wrong with her?"
"Calm down," Sam started.
"Calm down?! My 16 year old is some demon's dream girl, she just openly defied me and you want me to calm down?!"
"She's being 16. Look, the Incubus is only attacking while the women are alone and sleeping. Alexis is wide awake, in a crowded diner. Give her time to cool off Dean. She's been through a lot lately."
"Fine," the elder brother relented. "But her ass is mine when she comes home."
* * *
~Several Hours Later~
Alexis and Heath walked around the small park. "What time is it?" Alexis asked.
Heath glimpsed at his watch. "12:45."
Her eyes grew wide, "Shit! Are you serious? I have to get home." Lex began walking towards the motel.
"Hey Lex," Heath called from behind her. She spun to look at him, "Yeah?"
His normally cerulean blue eyes flashed an intense onyx. "You're not going home." A fist crashed into her left temple, causing her to drop her cell. Her world went black.