Chapter 2: "Didn't I say, I would see you around, Alexandra?"
When Lexie showed up at the register, her eyes met with angered Alice. But then her furry turned to a smile. "So… I heard you ran into a dazzlingly green eyed man outside Pop's diner." Lexie stared at her in shock. How did she know about Dean? She just got to work. This didn't make any sense.
She looked at Alice wide-eyed before sitting down at the desk in the back of the store. It confused her by how Alice already knew. She didn't tell anybody yet.
"H-how did you even know?" She questioned Alice with only a little bit of a stutter. Alice rolled her eyes at her raven-haired co-worker.
"Please, Lex, you're blushing like a schoolgirl right now." Lexie's cheeks burn hot as she quickly covers her face with her hands. "Besides your big brother told me." Oh great, now her brother knew, she thought.
Her brother. She knew her brother was going to go insane. It's not like she'll ever see him again, right?
She turned back to face Alice. She sucked at her bottom lip and started to sort through the pages. Ever since Hal was arrested, things had been very busy. All the papers were about Hal or Hiram's diabolical plans. She was beyond angry when she found out that he organized Penny and the Ghoulies to kill her nephew. Her brother had to hold her back from killing him herself.
"It's not like I will see him again, Allie." She grunted as she buried her head into a book.
"Whatever you say, Lex." She heard Alice muttered as she walked into the back room.
That night Lexie sat in the living room reading her nephew's book he wrote about Jason Blossom. She loved that Jughead has such drive with his writing. She's lucky to have such a talented nephew.
"Jug, this is great!" Lexie exclaimed as she ruffled with his black curls. "I'm so proud of you!" She watched as Jughead's lips turn upward into a heavy smirk.
"Thanks, Aunt Lex, I'm glad you think it's good." Lexie stared at him with bright eyes.
She closed the book and stood up to hug him. "Think it's good?! No Jug! I loved it and I think it's one of your best works!" Jughead's cheek turn a little red.
He did love that his aunt really liked his work but he wasn't expecting her to be this happy about it. FP came into the room with scruffy beard.
"She's right, Jug." He said as he picked the book off the couch and began to open the cover. "You should publish this. Maybe ask Mrs. Smith." Right after he said that he knew his sister would start questioning him.
"Maybe." His son says before walking over to his sister and gives a big hug.
"Jug, stop!" The girl wails as her brother starts tickling her. "Please." She pleads as she tries to block his hands.
Lexie guided her brother over to the kitchen and looked at him with those eyes. He groans as he watches her carefully. "So... did you talk to Alice yet?" His sister asked with hope in her eyes.
He bit back a growl and ran a hand through his messy hair. "She told me that Jug and Betty deserve their time and we had ours." Lexie could tell that her brother was slowly crumbling and she hated it. She wanted to slap Alice for what she was doing to her brother.
She bit her tongue and squeezed his shoulder gently and looked at him. "She'll come around."
FP scoffed, biting the insides of his cheek," Yeah right." He knew that Alice wouldn't. His wife left and now Alice didn't want him either.
Lexie had it with his bitterness lately. She tried so long to keep her mouth shut and bite her tongue in the issue but this was her last straw.
"Enough." She saw her brother's eyes widened and could see his rage slowly brewing behind them. " You need to stop being a Debbie downer and act like a man. Man up, Bro. It's darn right embarrassing." She hissed as she grabbed the pot and drained the noodles into the colander.
She turned back toward her brother and his lips were parted and gaped open. She couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous he looked. He looked like a fish sucking down bubbles through its gills.
"Alexandra!" He snapped with his nostrils flaring." I'm still your brother and I raised you!" He threatened and Lexie didn't even flinch.
He never made her flinch or wince. He didn't scare her and sure hell didn't make her want to cry. She didn't give a shit what he thought about her choices.
With a heavy eye roll," And so what?!" She snarled, her chest raising high and her fists clenched. "Fuck this! I'm going to the Wyrm!" Finally she snapped and slammed the door hard behind her.
She sat in a bar stool with glass tucked in her hand. She moved the glass in her hand in a circular motion. The amber liquid swished around in her mouth as she let the acid burn down her esophagus. She didn't care at this point.
"Didn't I say, I would see you around, Alexandra?" She heard a familiar sounding voice from the other side of the bar.
Her eyes went wide and she placed the glass down." D-dean? What are you doing here?" She gasped out in surprise. She wasn't expecting to ever see him again, even though she had a feeling she would.
Dean slides into the bar stool next to her." One Whiskey." He hollers over at the bartender. Then he turned to face Lexie. His lips were a pressed grin. "I could use a drink," He mutters as he takes a gulp from his glass and lets the rush burn. "Looks like you need use a drink too, Alex." He adds as he looks at her cautiously.
All she does was respond with a loud groan," Brothers." She hissed as she pressed the glass to her lips again.
Dean chuckles at that and raises his glass to cheer. Lexie raises hers and their glasses clank together. He knew one or a thousand things about brothers. He did love his brother a lot but that man drove him nuts. But he was his little brother and he always needed to protect him, even if he was told he didn't. He always did anyway.
"Yeah brothers can be a pain in the ass." Lexie leans back and stretches her arms up high.
"Especially older brothers. Man that man drives me insane. He's always protecting me." She starts ranting about her older brother to Dean. Dean listens as she spills all her frustrations to him.
He can tell by her facial expressions she's clearly angry at her brother. He understood what she was coming from. But from a big brothers point of view he knew that her brother just wants to protect her and keep her safe like he does with Sammy.
"I mean I get why he does it." He can sense something in her words that makes his back straighten and he looks at her with soft eyes.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't feel comfortable." She just shrugs him off and gulps down the rest of her beer.
She drinks beer, he thought as he looked at her. That was his kind of girl. She looked like she'd been through a lot and maybe even early in life. He had been through a lot growing up. It was more like he didn't get to be a kid at all. His dad, John Winchester made him and his brother move around a lot. It all started when he was very young. His mom died by a demon. His dad started obsessing over what killed her and basically made Dean into the person he is today.
She shakes her head," No, it's okay." She sighs heavily and looks down at her empty glass. Was she ready to tell a stranger what happened? She wasn't sure herself but he looked like he been through a lot himself too. "My brother, FP. He's been protective over me since we were little. My father wasn't a good man, scratch that. He was horrible." Her eyes started to play tricks with her feelings and she felt the burn.
Dean notices and slowly rubs a hand down her back. She feels better as she notes that Dean's hand was on her back. She starts to loosen up and swallows harshly. "H-he would beat me and my brother. My brother was always there to comfort me afterwards. He even a lot of time volunteered himself for the punishments. My mom left when we were young and ever since then FP took care of me." By the end of her sentence, tears rolled down her cheeks as Dean's shoulder held her.
Dean cradled her head in his hands, brushing her hairs behind her ears and whispering slowly to her. Lexie's sobs only erupted from her throat when Dean's hands left her body. For some reason Dean made her feel safe, more safe than she'd ever felt. Dean wondered what her brother looked like and he could tell by the way she spoke about her brother that he was very protective. For him Sam was the person he was protective of. He knew Sammy was perfectly compatible taking care of himself and be his own protector. Dean always had a problem letting Sam protect himself on his own.
When Sam, Him and his dad were in the car accident that wracked his Impala. He was a comatose state and the reaper was trying to catch him. His dad stole his soul to the demon himself. He always felt like he deserved to die and that he didn't belong here. Then his brother died and he couldn't deal with the loneliness. He sold his souls to the crossroad demon and in return he got save back but only a year left of his life. The truth was he was sick of hunting, losing people he loves and wanting a real life with a family and maybe a wife. But don't get too far ahead of yourself. He was nowhere ready for any serious. He was the king of hooking up and then after the hunt never see them again.
But when he looked at Lexie he felt something. Something strong and compelling almost like a real relationship. But he knows what will happen. And he won't dare find out what will happen. He was very cautious about that fact. If he got close to anybody, they die. He was cursed and he hates it so much.
After sometime, Lexie finally stopped crying and wiped her eyes with her fingers. She hated the fact she just cried on a total stranger. Okay Dean wasn't total stranger but she just met him.
She looks up and chuckles through a row of sniffles." I'm sorry I snorted over your leather jacket." Dean just smiles. "My brother would be ticked if I ruined his. Him and my nephew, Jughead are serious about me not wearing their jackets." Lexie just laughed at the memory playing in her mind.
Dean's eyebrow raises," Jughead?" He questions with his head tilted, lips curled into a smirk.
She laughs even harder," Yeah he hates his real name and I don't blame him either." She giggled before calling Hogeye over. "Hogeye another beer."
He gives her a nod," Coming right up, Trouble." Lexie notices the way Dean's brows arch even higher.
She holds her hand up," Don't even ask." Dean finds this fun to rile her up.
"Come on, I can't stand not knowing." He teased as his dreamy green eyes bore into hers.
A huff escaped the raven's lips." It's an old nickname, I got when I was eight and it stuck. That's the story."
Dean didn't seem convinced." No, no. I can see that there's a lot more than your telling me."
"Well when you—" Hogeye was abruptly interrupted by Lexie.
"Don't you dare, Hogeye! Or I'll cut your penis off." She demanded with a cruel intention in her threat.
Dean's whisky was now dripping down his chin. Damn this woman was feisty, he thought as a heavy grin crossed his lips. He loved strong, confident and highly badass women. Hogeye nods his head slightly terrified by Lexie. He knew she wasn't playing. She returned her attention to Dean and she definitely noticed the beer dribbling down his chin.
"Here let me…." She trailed on, before taking out a napkin and lightly dabbed his cheek and shirt.
As she cleaned him, her eyes never left his. Dean casually leaned forward, slowly guiding his lips to her approaching rounded lips. Lexie could feel his breath hovering over her mouth and felt drawn to his appeal. It took everything in them not to do what their bodies felt compelled to.
He gingerly captures her round, soft and pinkish lips with his slightly dry, but not cracked lips. The kids was at first slow, then kicked up with some spice called friction. She deepened the kiss even more and their tongues started connecting. His hands were on her waist and hers were relaxed loosely on his shoulders, slowly making their way around his neck. His experience really gave her hope and she slowly pulls their lips apart.
Their lips parted, leaving her breathless and her heart pulsing in her chest. "Wanna get out of here?" A question rolls off his tongue and pushes through his lips.
Lexie's head bobs and she takes his hand." Yeah more than everything." She giggles, slightly intoxicated.
They existed the Wyrm with hands intertwined with one another and drunken giggles and loud laughs. Dean reached his Impala finished and Lexie followed only stumbling a little bit to his car. She's not too drunk that she isn't aware of her surroundings. She just the perfect amount of drunk just like Monica from Friends when she was sleeping with Chandelier.
She taken by surprise when she arrives, "Impala?" She shouts loudly, with her hands on her cheeks. Dean looked up and shot her a look.
"I thought you didn't know shit about cars?" He questioned with his eyebrow raised and a confused expression written on his face.
He's given a nasty glare and she starts stumbling and placing her hands all over the Impala." FP's friend, Fred. His father had one before he died when we were younger." She replied, hugging her arms around the hood of the 67 Chevy Impala.
Dean quickly rescues Baby and helps Lexie into the passenger seat, before lifting her feet out of the way and slowly shutting the door carefully behind him. He hated when people touch his car. Baby wasn't even driven by anybody but him. Just ask Sam, he'll tell you how much Dean loves his car. Nobody leaves fingerprints and he means no one. But he can't yell at a drunk girl. It wasn't her fault.
"Ready to go?" He asks her, she nods and giggles as the engine turns over.
She released her hair from her tight, annoying ponytail and let them fall loose to her shoulders. The wind blew in her hair as Dean sped down the highway. She loved letting loose, being so carefree. Her brother didn't really play by any rules but he always made her wear a motorcycle helmet. Her brother was in a fucking gang and she had to wear the helmet and not him. She didn't find it fair in any way but she wouldn't fight in the issue. It would be a waste of her time and breath.