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Chapter 11

"My name is Ivan Checkov, you will be closing now," Lexi heard the thick Russian accent from behind the safety of the 'staff only' door that separated her and the scene beyond. There was a mumbled response from whom she could only deduce as being some of the bar patrons then came Doc's miss matched euphemism of "make like a tree and get the fuck out of here". The next thick Irish accent that floated through the door made Lexi's insides tense up, her breath catching in the back of her throat as a shiver rippled through her body.

"Calm down Doc, I'm sure they're reasonable fellows," came Connor's Irish brogue. Lexi missed the rest of the exchange due to the hammering of her own heart in her ears. The next thing she heard was the shattering of glass followed by the angered tones of Irish and Russian accents. Lexi stay where she was for a while, listening intently with her ear pressed against the door. The sound of Connor's strained yell followed by the shattering of glass was enough to send her over the edge.

Lexi burst through the door, not even flinching as she realised she was still wearing only her crop top, baggy track pants and hand wraps that she had been wearing for training. Almost instantly a pool cue came flying towards her head. She ducked instantly and spun on her heel, grabbing the pool cue and yanking it forwards causing the heavy Russian mobster to stumble forwards, fall over her and slam his head into the bar with a sickening crack. Lexi felt someone grab her around the waist and yank her to her feet, using the pool cue as a stabiliser against the floor she jammed her foot backwards connecting with the mans testicles instantly making him release her and fall to the floor in agony. Lexi planted one solid kick to the side of the man's head rending him unconscious before straightening up and turning to face the carnage behind her. Carnage was barely even the beginning. There was broken bottles, shattered pool cues, blood, ripped pieces of clothing, alcohol and saliva staining the chairs and a strange scent of burning material lingering in the air.

Connor saw Lexi first before she saw him. To say he had to try and keep his libido in check was an understatement. She was ten times fitter than the last time he had seen her, and even then she was near on perfect as far as he was concerned. He couldn't help but stare as Lexi stood there panting a little and looking around the room at the unconscious bodies strewn about her feet. Her hair was much longer than it had been before, and redder than he remembered, hanging in a messy braid that stopped almost at the top of her thighs. She was toned, beyond toned, her white crop top stopped underneath her chest showing off her impossibly tanned skin and incredible six pack abs. Her black cargo style track pants hung low enough on her hips to show off the perfect 'v' shape that he was sure hadn't been there a few months ago. Her arms were equally as solid and defined as the rest of her, yet she still had those beautiful curves in her body, if anything the muscles only accentuated the almost perfect womanly figure she was sporting.

"Woo! Damn, that was fun!" Murphy exclaimed loudly as he slapped his brother on the back and laughed. Connor shook his head and stared at the floor as Lexi's golden brown eyes locked with his for a split second. Her face flushed a bright red colour, almost the same as her hair as she scratched the back of her head and looked at the floor.

"Lexi?" Murphy's voice was laced with surprise, concern and happiness.

"Conn, it's..." Connor simply nodded slightly at his brother as he rattled his brain to find the right words.

"Holy shite," Murphy didn't wait for Lexi to speak before he half ran forwards and scooped the slender girl up in his arms, her feet lifting off the floor as his strong arms wrapped around her torso easily.

"Hey Murph," she whispered as she hugged him back, burying her face into his shoulder. The boys thought Lexi was looked far more toned than ever before and she could say exactly the same thing about them as well. Murphy's arms were far more powerful and much more defined than she could remember and he felt like he was much more capable and stronger than he had before.

"Look at ya," he exclaimed with a beaming smile as he set her back down on the floor and held her arms lightly.

"Yeah," she replied with a deep blush on her face.

"Y'been okay lass?" he asked softly after a moment, letting his arms drop away from her as he looked her up and down, almost drinking in the way her muscles were tensed without her even having to tense them herself.

"Yeah," she replied gently with a nod. She hated the tension that was flying around the room at that moment and she knew that Doc would be coping a tongue lashing later on as well. Her eyes slowly trailed up to meet with Connor's as she stuffed her hands in her pockets and waited for his reaction.

"Come on Murph, let's get back home," Connor said simply, turning on his heel and grabbing his jacket on the way out. Murphy gave his brother a confused and shocked look before looking back at Lexi with a sad and somewhat torn look before following his brother out of the door and into the cool night air. Led stood there for a moment longer staring at the empty space in front of her before letting out a sigh and placing her hands on her hips. That was not the way she had wanted the entire moment to go and Doc, bless that old Irishman, said nothing at all, simply shuffled around to the other side of the counter and began cleaning up the mess around them.

"What the feck was that dear brother?" Murphy spat angrily as they rounded the corner heading back to their apartment. He shoved a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, taking a long drag before looking at Connor expectantly.

"What was what Murph?" Connor responded shoving his hands into his pockets angrily.

"That back there," Murphy threw his hand behind him, pointing back at the pub, "we haven't seen that lass in months and there y'are not sayin' a single fuckin' thing!"

"So what Murph! She left remember! She was the one that decided she would walk out," Connor hissed back angrily.

"What are y'sayin'?" Murph asked taking another drag of his cigarette and exhaling slowly, savouring the flavour of the nicotine at the back of his throat.

"I'm sayin' that she as the one that wanted to go, she needed the time and who the hell are we t'stop her from doin' what she needed to do," Connor replied as he dug out the key to their apartment from his pocket.

"Then why d'ya seem so cut up about it?" Murphy asked stubbing out his cigarette as they came to the entrance to their building and Connor shoved the door open.

"Look, I ain't cut up about it, I don't care what the lass does," Connor exclaimed angrily as they trudged up the stairs to their apartment.

"It's her life and that's that. She looks damn good, and for whatever reason she barely had it in her t'look me in the eye tonight. That to me says enough," he unlocked the front door and headed inside, no sign of the three Winchesters in sight.

Lexi woke up with a splitting headache, her muscles feeling like they we being torn away from her very bones. She groaned and slowly sat up in her bed, pulling on her track pants and tank top before shuffling out into the hallway and down the stairs painfully.

"M,m,m,m morning lass," Doc said with a smile as he wiped down a glass and placed it behind the counter.

"Hey Doc," she said rubbing her eye, her voice thick with sleep.

"W,w,w,w, we... Fuck, ass," Doc shook his head and grabbed another glass. Lexi slid herself onto the barstool and slumped over the counter with her chin on her forearms, patiently waiting for Doc to compose himself.

"We h,h,h, have to go t,t,t,t, to the hospital," he finally managed to blurt out.

"What? Why? What happened?" Lexi sat up immediately, her whole body tense as she waited for Doc to continue.

"T,t,t,t the boys are in there," he blurted out.

"Which boys Doc?" Lexi said, concern and fear hinting in her voice.

"Those t,t,t,t two Irish idiots," Doc said shaking his head a little and flicking the towel onto the bench top with a light 'crack'.

"How about you go meet them at the hospital and I'll meet them at the cop shop later on," Lexi said sliding off the seat and stretching a little.

"Why there?" Doc asked, standing stock still as he looked at the young girl in front of him.

"Because I can guarantee you that'll be their next move, and I just know that my family probably won't be far away either," she said with a defeated sigh before smiling at the old man in front of her and heading towards the door.

Doc took a deep, shuddering breath and shook his head painfully. There was so much more going on here that he couldn't answer. He had grown to adore Lexi and she had proved to be good company for the passed few months that she had been with him but he couldn't shake this feeling that there was more. He loved those two MacManus brothers as well, but it was the same with them, there were far too many secrets and bullshit coverups floating around and he hated it. In fact, he hated it so much that he was going to put an end to it. All of it. Tomorrow night when everyone was back on the same solid, level ground as him.

When Lexi turned up to the police station there were police everywhere talking animatedly about what Lexi overheard was a killing spree.

"Idiots," she mumbled to herself as she leaned against one of the walls and waited patiently for the two of them to come stumbling up the steps to hand themselves over.

"Alexis?"

Lexi could have sworn her heart stopped mid beat as the all too familiar base of her Dad's voice reached her ears. She sucked in a deep breath and turned to face the direction in which the voice had come from.

"Dad?" she said softly as her father came strolling towards her, his suit and tie projecting quite the perfect representation of a run of the mill detective. To her great relief, neither Sam nor Dean where anywhere in sight.

"My God, look at you," John exclaimed, clearly stunned by both his daughters presence and dramatic physical change.

"Yeah, I, uh," she ran her hand through her hair and shrugged a little, "I got into training."

"Where in the hell did you go?" he asked, his voice strained as he tried to remain official and as if he were just a policeman and not her father.

"I was staying with a friend," she said defensively, reacting to the glare John was giving her.

"Not good enough Alexis, you don't just go running off like that," he hissed, stepping closer to her and glaring down at her small frame.

"Like you can talk!" she barked back, "you left us! I had to trek it out to fucking Boston to find you!"

"There's a big difference," he started.

"Oh please! There's no difference at all. You did exactly the same thing and you can't say boo about me doing it, at least I was in the same goddamn city as you!" she exclaimed, cutting him off mid sentence. He glared at her, trying to get a hold of the twenty thousand odd emotions that were running through his head.

There was no denying that John Winchester loved his children dearly. He was proud of them in every way possible and seeing the three of them together made him feel so much more than he could begin to explain. Dean was in more ways than one just like John, head strong and determined. News unwaveringly obedient and loyal and at times it scared John to see just how fierce he was about protecting his family and those he loved. Sam was different, though not as much as he thought he was. He was compassionate and caring when he needed to be, though he wasn't scared of getting his hands dirty when the occasion called for it. Much like John though, Sam was stubborn, head strong and incredibly knowledgable on all sorts of monsters and ghouls which is where they often clashed and needed Dean to play mediator. Alexis was, as far as her Dad was concerned, the exact, perfect representation of her mother. She was loving, gentle and passionate, though wouldn't be pushed around by anyone. More often than not she would keep everyone in check and make sure they were all on the same page. Though the thing that John loved most about Alexis was the fact that she was almost the only person in the world that her brothers would die for. She barely even needed to say anything to them and they would move heaven and earth to make sure they were there for her. It absolute broke his heart to see how lost the two of them had been without her for those few months. They loved her and she loved them, much to each of their detriments, and no matter what happened, he was sure they would be completely undone without each other.

"Alexis, your brothers..." he sucked in a sharp breath of air and shook his head, "your brothers were completely and totally lost without you there these few months."

"I know," she whispered back, "I wasn't much better."

There was a long silence that fell over the two of them, the bustling of the people and cars around them the only noise they could hear.

"Please, those two Irish fucks aren't coming back," Lexi looked up to see a slender, dorky looking male heading into the office holding a cup of coffee. She exchanged a puzzled look with her Dad as another slightly chubbier male holding a steaming cup of coffee followed behind him.

"Wait here," John said as he turned around and followed the two men into the building leaving his daughter to scour the street to see where the boys were. It didn't take long before the two of them came hobbling around the corner, Murphy supporting Connor as they headed towards the door to the police department. Lexi pushed herself off of the wall, her eyes going wide as she soaked in the scene in front of her. Both boys looked hagged and exhausted. Connor had two thick bandages wrapped around his wrists and both of their dirty bathrobes were caked in dried blood.

"What the hell happened?" Lexi asked as the two of them finally reached the bottom of the stairs where she was standing.

"Hey there lass," Murphy said with a smile as he adjusted Connor's arm around his neck.

"Are you okay?" she asked walking forwards and checking the two of them out a little closer.

"We're fine," Connor replied, venom still heavy in his tone.

"Sure, because you look perfectly fine," she replied sarcastically as she stepped forwards and grabbed his blood soaked wrist in her hand lightly.

Connor fell silent as she slowly pulled back the bandage and examined the cut on his hand softly before sliding the bandage back over the wound. He felt his heart skip a beat as she turned her focus to the dried lump of blood on his forehead, her face contorted in a painful expression of concern. She lightly pushed his hair back with her fingertips and bit her lip a little at the size of the cut on his forehead. Murphy couldn't help the cheeky smile that spread across his lips as he watched his brother become completely enthralled by the young girl examining him so delicately.

"I'm fine lass, honest," Murphy said as soon as Lexi turned her attention to him.

"You sure?" she asked looking him up and down, stopping momentarily on the dried blood on his bathrobe.

"Aye, most of this is his blood anyway," he said with a laugh as Connor winced in pain.

"Better get in there," Connor said softly, still hunched over slightly in pain.

"You're giving yourselves in?" she said shaking her head in disapproval.

"No, we're pleading self defense," Murphy laughed before giving her a beaming smile and turning to wander up the steps. Lexi watched them hobble up the stairs and into the precinct before flopping down onto the step and staring at the ground in front of her.

"Definitely wasn't just a Russian mob thing," Dean said to Sam, shifting uncomfortably in his suit.

"What do you think it was then?" Sam asked wandering over to the garbage bin where his brother was standing.

"Not sure, there's sulphur hanging around, though I'm not entirely sure that's a sign of anything," he said with a shrug.

"CSI guys said that there were traces of salt all over the place, around the bullet hole entries of the wounds and around the dumpster," Sam replied after a moment.

"Well that doesn't mean much either really, those boys were dousing everything in holy water and salt before going anywhere," Dean said skeptically.

"True," Sam let out a puff of air.

"Look at their faces though," came the all too familiar sound of Lexi's voice. Dean's eyes went wide as both boys glanced at each other before spinning around to see... Nothing.

"Down here," Lexi said with an awkward smile as she straightened up from her spot beside the Russian mobster laying around the opposite side of the dumpster.

"Lex?" Sam exclaimed, his eyebrows raised in confusion.

"Hey Sammy," she said softly, biting the inside of her lip nervously.

"My God," Sam didn't hesitate, simply strode forwards and wrapped his arms around his little sister. He hugged her as tightly as he could manage, savouring the fact that she was there and safe.

"I missed you too Sam," she giggled as she hugged him back, standing on her tippy toes to wrap her arms around his neck as he lifted her up off the ground.

"You look, amazing," he said setting her back down and looking her up and down.

"Yeah, I was trying to make sure I could look after myself," she said with a laugh as she looked down at her denim jeans and boots.

"Ohhhh, wonderful, love the family reunion bullshit, but let's come back to earth for a moment," Dean barked, grabbing his baby sister by the arm and yanking her forwards so she was standing right in front of him.

"What the hell Dean?" Lexi grumbled angrily, trying desperately to shake her arm free from his grasp.

"Where the hell were you?" he hissed at her.

"I was getting myself ready for..."

"For what Alexis?" she shook her head a little, he hadn't called her by her full name since they were tiny.

"Huh? For yellow eyes to come and possess your sorry ass? Ready to fight? Ready to go out there and kill yourself without us!" he gripped her arm tighter as he spoke. Lexi opened her mouth to comment but couldn't find the words. She stopped dead, her arm aching from the death grip her oldest brother had on it, but the real ache was coming from the single few tears that rolled down Dean's face as he spoke.

"I..." Dean shook his head and pushed her arm away from him.

"Dean," she took a step forwards, her chest aching at the sight of her brother so hurt.

"No Alexis, if you want to do this on your own, then go ahead," he looked up at her, his eyes a cold, iridescent colour as he spoke.

"I want nothing to do with you, ever again," and with that he turned on his heel and walked away, not once looking back at his baby sister.