Chapter 18: "Before You Fall."

Dean wasn't sure what she had in mind. He wasn't used to not be in control. He leaned in as she drove them. Her back was against his pelvis. The bumps pressed them closer to the point his face was smelling her scent. She smelled like lavender shampoo and honeysuckle body wash. Lexie felt his hands creeping lower to her butt. She really wanted to pull over and have him ravish her body. It had been weeks since they had sex. She missed his body, the way he makes her feel.

It didn't take long before she pulls into the secluded area, parking her bike by the trees. Dean took off his helmet and took a quick peek around. Lexie grabbed his hand into hers. Dean smiled softly at her while they walked toward a waterhole.

"It's a swimming hole. Me and Archie's brother used come down here before their father died." Dean felt her squeeze his hand. He didn't mind. She looked upset and he only wanted her to feel better. He didn't like seeing her like this.

"It seems private." She rolled her eyes at his inappropriate comment. "No sex." He frowned. She smirked leaning closer to his ear. "At least not here."

What a little devil she can be. His grin widened as he felt her hand slide down to his buckle. "I thought you said no sex." He taunted.

Lexie didn't answer. She looped her fingers around his waistband and pulled them with force. "I said not here. We are going for a swim."

Before he knew it. His jeans were tugged down to his ankles. Her shirt lifted off her body, exposing her bare stomach. His eyes travel her body with desire. Her hands helped with his shirt, before she roamed her hands down his chest. Her lips tickled his skin, aching for attention.

He lets out a low groan from his lips as her hands stroke his clothed cock. Lexie smirked knowing she had him under her control. "Come let's play."

"You're gonna kill me, Alex." He said through his slowly throbbing erection.

"Alex?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. She smiled wickedly at that. "I like that." She purrs as a low moan left her mouth.

"Okay…" He snakes his tongue down her collarbone, over her painfully hard nipples and kissed her inner thigh.

She whimpered under his hot touch, straddling against him. "Alex." She looks up. "Are you sure?" She nodded, pulling the last thing left on his body.

"Take me."

"Before you fall… let's enjoy the water."

She buckled instantly as his pulsing hard length touched her wet pussy and not just wet from water. He starts off by teasing her with the tip before jabbing her clit.

"Baby, you're so tight." He growls lowly before he buckled under her heat.

"Dean." She cried out, hoping that nobody walked through the woods could hear her cries.

Their bodies rocked in rhythm as the water circled around them. She felt like she couldn't breathe without his touch. It was different this time. He wasn't just a strange. No he was hers and she was his.

She nibbles on his earlobe. "Alex." He moaned loudly against her nape. "Fuck do that again!"

He rocked her as she sinks her teeth into him. Her mouth presses harsh kisses down each side of his neck. He pulled out like a pop and inserts a finger into her, swirling slowly before increases the pace.

"Dean!" She screamed.

She nearly buckled again feeling the intense heat growing inside her. "Come baby." He slides another finger and thrusts in rhyme.

"Dean! Faster!" She screamed his name again.

"Come baby!" She releases. He felt his cock hardening again. He takes out his fingers and thrusts into her again.

"I'm almost there." His hands grip onto her ass, leaving marks from the intentions of his hands. She quivers as his hands spank her. "More." She pants.

He slaps her again, pressing her close to him. Her face is buried into his nape of his neck. She bruised fingernails into his back. "Fuck!"

They break apart, panting like dogs on a hot summer day. Her chest heaving high as she dressed herself. "Dean?" He looked her direction and had a cheesy grin on his face.

Her body was covered in hickies from head to her navel. "You're mine… nobody else's." He lowly says before planting a gingerly kiss to the back of her neck by her earlobe.

She sat on the edge drying herself by the sunlight. Her legs shook together. Dean realized this, quickly sprung from the water, grabbed his shirt and pulled it over her body. She smiled with her teeth.

"You have a pretty smile." She blushed. She shook her head at him before looking away from his gaze. "No I'm serious." He cupped her cheek, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

Her eyes filled with surprise," Really?" "Yes. I think your smile is the prettiest smile I've ever seen and I've seen a lot of smiles."

She scoffed, slightly turning away from him. "How many girls have you used that pickup line on?"

Dean looked at her with hurt in his eyes." None. I swear on it."

Knowing that she was defeated, slowly leaned against his chest looking up at the sky. Dean held back a yawn. He didn't want to seem tired but it was worked out by her. All he knew was that he was going to be happy with her.

"What happened to your mother?" She asked out of the blue. His heartbeat started to rise. He didn't want to talk about it.

Lexie noticed that his heart rate went up and she hadn't meant to upset him. She already felt shitty about how she reacted about the supernatural life and now she was feeling even worse than she felt earlier. Damn Sam, he cursed mentally. He didn't want to talk about it. Sure the Demon Azazel was dead but his mother would never be alone again.

"Uh… that's a long story." He whispers softly into the darkening sky.

Lexie sat up, turn toward him and her eyes bore into his. He avoid her by looking away. "I'll listen. I told you about my father…" She places her hand over his shoulder and squeezes gently.

He loosens under her touch. " Okay.." He sighs deeply, trying not to stir up bad memories that night come with. "It started when I was four years old, on November 2nd 1983… my mother walked into my brother's nursery when he was six months-old." He paused to take a breath. Lexie's hand rubs down his hand with her left and with her right she squeezed his hand.

"It's okay… take all the time you need."

Dean felt a lump forming harshly in his throat. He cleared it and looking down at the slow-pace current under his feet. "I went to check on her to make sure nothing was wrong and I saw her…. pinned to the ceiling, with her stomach bleeding."

Lexie gasps softly at the confession. "Dean… I'm so sorry." She felt him squeeze her hand. "I had no idea. Wow the demon did that. Why?"

"We learned last year that he wanted to end the world and have his special children rule. He died from this gun called the colt by Samuel Colt."

Lexie leaned against his bare chest. " You killed the demon and so you're free from him now."

"My dad died earlier that year to save my life." She wrinkled her brow and stared at with confusion.

"Saved your life how?" Dean's breathing caught down his throat.

"He sold his soul." He answered softly. Lexie looked at him with bugged eyes. "Soul?"

"Yeah he sold his soul to the demon to save my life. It's a deal when you exchange your life for a reason. He chose to save my life and he died that day. Normally you get ten years."

Lexie kisses him deeply, wiping away his fallen tears off his cheek. He hadn't noticed he was crying. His dad treated him like a drill sergeant but he was still his dad. He never hit him like Lexie's had. He wanted to rip that bastard's heart out from his chest and watch him bleed to death.

"Shh… it's okay, Dean. I'm here." Then he felt a pang in chest.

He remembered that his time was running out soon. A year goes by so fast that he didn't even notice. Now he was happy and with Lexie. He has only three months left before the hellhounds drag him to hell.

—xxx—

"You smell like sex and lake."

Dean groaned as soon as he sat down on the bed. Sam had this annoying smirk on his face that he wanted to smack right off. Sam knew exactly what his brother did or actually had did on. Dean sneaks his hand into the fridge and takes out two bottles. He walked over to the table and sighs deeply before taking a sip.

"Shut up." He growls, fighting a heavy grin marking his lips.

Sam just turns off the cap and chugs a long gulp down his throat and exhaled. "You were gone for two hours, Dean." He pointed out before setting the bottle on the table.

Dean smirks to himself at the thought. "We had a lot of time to ourselves." Sam rolled his eyes in disgust.

"Ugh! That's for the mental image." Dean chuckled before it spilled his lips. Sam noticed, looked cautiously at him. Dean clenched his hand around the glass bottle. "What is it, Dean?" His time was softer than before.

It took Dean a few minutes to collect his thoughts. He withdrew a half-hearted smile and looked away. "I've been thinking, Sammy." This time Sam doesn't roll his eyes or correct him. He knew Dean wasn't himself. "I don't want to die." He swallows the lump in his throat.

"It's Lexie isn't it?" Dean nodded tersely, burning intensifying in his pupils. "You want to stay for her, am I right?" Again he nodded, swallowing harshly before taking a big gulp from his whiskey.

He set it down on the table, wiping his mouth with his hand roughly and lowered his tearful eyes toward his feet. "I'm going to hell in three months, Sammy."

Sam started getting wet eyes himself, trying not to fall apart. He's been trying to keep strong for Dean. His brother had been so stubborn and now he's realizing that his time was running out.

"I know." He mumbled numbly, taking a gulp from the bottled that was pressed to his lips.

—-x

I'm sorry for ending it on a sour note. I can't believe I've posted three chapters in one day. Again this never happens ever. Don't worry I have a lot planned for this story. Penny and Hiram will play some games in Lexie's life. Dean is now realizing that he doesn't want to die just yet. He met a girl that flipped his world upside down. Lexie will learn about the deal and she will be furious. Not because she's mad. Because she's losing him and she just got him.