Chapter 20: Star's

After a few leg stretching hours, the Impala finally came to a stop. What horrified Lexie was the victim. Dean and Sam posed as fake FBI agents like they had before with Riverdale. So this was how they lived. Faking names and stealing identities. That's very shady and was she really ready for that. Well it's too late now. She was already there. She listened as Dean and Sam questioned the suspects or supposedly were ones.

"Any change in odor lately in your house?" Sam questions, while Lexie fights the urge to roll her eyes. What questions are these? Who asks people if they has been a strange odor? The woman with light-auburn hair shakes her head with a crinkled nose.

"No.." She answered with a confused look written into her face. Then her jaw drops." Although Joe has I mean… been saying that he noticed the hallway lights flickering at odd hours."

Joe Cain had been attacked… oh shit. She hated to say it but… karma's a bitch. She tried her best to keep a straight face at the news. She knew that it was difficult news for her but for Lexie. It was like the best news. Maybe that makes her sick minded but she didn't care.

The brothers and Lexie dig up some history about Joe Cain and ate in the little cafe, Star's. Lexie hadn't been at this place since she moved months ago. Dean orders a coffee and Lexie has her usual. An old friend came up to them and looked at Lexie in a way that Dean didn't like.

"Lexie, wow it's been a while hasn't it?" The guy asks while Lexie smiled at him.

"It's been good."

"Seeing any—"

Dean butted in." Yes she is." The guy backs off and simply gives Lexie a look.

"Oh. Never mind then."

After he disappeared, Lexie rolled her eyes at Dean and continued to look through the books they collected from the local library. Sam even gave Dean a look. Man that guy needs to chill. It was long before they found more research on Joe Cain.

"He was a local football player at Rose high school." Sam stated before taking a bite of his food. Lexie bit back a scoff.

He wasn't just a football player. He was the definition of a player. He played both her and Julia and almost ruined their friendship. "Football player my ass." She failed to mutter under her breath, causing the brothers to look over at her.

Dean sensed that something was wrong, ever since they stopped at the victim's house; she had been off. At first he ignored it but now he noted that the subject made her irritated. He didn't want to upset her. Sam squeezes her shoulder tightly, she rolled her shoulders and sighed. She felt better after he comforted her. Dean knew he didn't have to worry about Sam and Lexie. He trusted them together and he knew his brother would never hurt him.

"Player?" Dean questioned, slightly worried about her. He didn't like seeing her this way.

"Let's just we— him and I didn't end on good terms." After she said that, she looked away from his concerned eyes. She could feel his concern radiating off his body. She looked back towards him, sighing softly before opening her mouth. "He used me and I'm glad he's gone. Crap that makes me feel like—" she was cut off by Dean's finger to her lips.

"No, Alex. No it just makes you human. We all have people that hurt us and now they bite the bullet."

She sighed." It's not like we were even together. He went back to that bitch that cheated on him twice and now he's gone. She's broken and so what he means nothing to me. Wanna know why?"

He nodded his head as he started to feel his heart pulse in his chest. "You, Dean. You are the reason why I don't care about him."

He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply and then heard a throat clearing. He looked up in annoyance not breaking his lips from hers. He threw a murder look to his brother and began kissing her again. Lexie's arms hung loose around his neck. "I'm going to check out morgue. Come join me when your done sucking each other's faces." They heard Sam grumble and the door behind him jingle close.

When they arrived at the morgue Lexie thought she was going to throw up in her mouth. Joe's body was scarred deeply and she couldn't tear her eyes away. He looked so mangled and tattered. After all that happened she wasn't expecting this. He didn't deserve to die like this. Sure he ruined her, made her feel like a complete slut. Julia was furious when she found out and didn't speak to her for weeks. Lexie never felt so guilty in her life. The guilt just kept gnawing at her until nothing was left. All she felt was cold and frozen to the touch. That was until some handsome stranger fixed her motorcycle and then he became her boyfriend.

Lexie still hadn't told FP about Dean being back. It had been a week and two days since he came back. Now things were getting serious and she feared her brother would freak the hell out. She didn't know how Dean felt but she knows that there was just something with him that made her want him. She wanted him so bad. Her body craved him and she kept telling herself don't get to attached. His work made things complicated and almost impossible to make a set schedule on.

She never knew when he was available or even if he was still alive. She heard stories from Sam; about how many people they'd lost. Their father which Lexie didn't agree about his way he raised Sam and Dean. But she also knew that at least nobody laid a hand on them. She still had nightmares about those dark nights. The nights were very vivid in her mind still and probably would never turn vague no matter how hard she tried.

"Look at his wrists." Sam stated, while pulling the white sheet off his cold body and pointed to the markings on his wrists.

Lexie gasped in horror. Her throat closed tightly at the sight. Dean shields her with his body and she instantly feels safer. Knowing he was there helped calm her down. Dean noticed how her heart was beating faster than normal. He held her close as Sam covered the man up and heard a strangled cry.

"Lex… are you okay?" He asks with a soft tone to his voice.

Lexie's cheeks paled, frantically shaking her hand with her hand to her closed mouth. She felt as if she was about to puke. She quickly ripped from Dean's grasp and darted through the mortuary's doors and raced for the nearest trash can. She clenched onto the sides of the rim of the trash can and began heaving. Her throat ached as the acids from her stomach erupted and landed in the bottom of the trash can. After a few minutes she lifted her head from inside and swallowed the excess that was left in her throat. It tasted bitter and from her lunch. Who thought coffee would taste so awful? She didn't think so until now.

From down the hallway she heard rapid footsteps approaching and Dean's voice. Before she knew it a hand was rubbing her back and she sighed heavily. Her stomach still felt tender and she couldn't stand up.

"Are feeling better now?" She lifted her head slightly turning her head and nodded tersely.

"It was just…" her voice trailed off.

"Too much. I know." His voice was so comforting and gentle. "Maybe it was too soon." He sighed. "I'm sorry, Alex. Next time we'll prepare better."

Lexie settled in the Impala against the window, drinking some Powerade that Dean handed her from the last trip to the gas n' sip. She watched the trees go by and which gave her comfort. The motions didn't help the nausea. She saw Dean turn into the motel parking lot and prepared for a restless night.

That night she laid in bed next to Dean; who was snoring away and her eyes stayed open. She quietly slip out of his arms, placing them by his sides and escaped to the hallway. She grabbed her switchblade from inside her combat boots and carefully shut door behind her. Her eyes wander the hallway with cautious and curiosity. She didn't couldn't believe that Dean lived this way his whole life. Sure she lived in a trailer but always stayed in the same place. No she didn't have a happy childhood and it wasn't even a happy home at all.

It was filled with lies and tears. She could still hear her father's voice ringing through her ears. His distinctive snarl when he yelled or his dark humiliation when he beat her sensely.

Just as she was about to pay for a candy bar from the vending machine, the lights started flickering like the power shutdown and then when she walked by she felt a coldness. She breathed out and she saw fog. How? They were inside. She starts speed walking as fast as she can.

She looked behind her and gasped. Joe had a wicked smile crossing his ghostly white figure. Well he was a ghost. She remembered what Dean and Sam taught her on their way to Stardale. On the breaks, Dean showed her how to shoot a gun. Unfortunately she didn't have a any weapon besides her switchblade. She quickly snatched her blade from her combat boots and held it by the hilt.

"Well if it isn't the player that can't seem to leave friends alone." She mocked as she tightened her grip on the handle.

Joe chuckled wickedly." Well Lexie you sure didn't put much a fight." His tongue clicked causing a turmoil to boil in her gut.

"It's Alexandra for you, Joseph." She hissed with her eyes burning with rage.

Joe stepped forward." That's not what you called me that night, Lexie."

Her hand clenched even tighter. "I said it's Alexandra!" She snapped." You have no right to call me that anymore. You slept with me and then didn't even have the decency to tell me you were going back to that cheating hobag!"

All he says is," All you had to do was ask." He's gotta be kidding. I shouldn't have to ask!

Something snapped in her, causing all her motives to settle in. "I shouldn't have to ask, Joe!"

He chuckled." Oh now back to Joe. Gee Lexie makeup your mind already." He mocked her before placing his hand on her waist, drawing her painfully close to him. She fought grabbing her knife and stabbed him. "Not real silver, baby."

—-xx—

Dean awoke to find Lexie no longer in bed with him. Panic immediately sets in within him. Many dark thoughts appeared in his head. Demons? Vampires? Winadingo? Then the answer snapped in him. Ghosts. Lexie's been kidnapped by Polargeists! He ripped off the covers and jumps to his feet. Sam grabbed his gun and then they heard a scream.

They bolted out of the motel and dashed down the hallway until they found her. Dean focused on the scene that was playing in front of him. Lexie his mind kept screaming. Is she okay? Sam's eyes widened in shock at the sight.

"I told you I could kill some ghosts." Her voice brought a rush of relief to their bodies.

Dean instantly wrapped his arms around her, holding her with the intent to never let go. He could've lost her tonight. If she didn't know how to fight him off, she might've… he stopped the thought before it could slip into his conscience.

"Thank god you're safe." He said softly, pulling her closer to him and kissed her cheek multiple times.

Lexie relaxed in his arms and let him ambush her with kisses until he felt better. As they packed up the Impala and go ready to leave she caught him occasionally staring at her. She knew he worried and she understood. He lost so much and he didn't want to lose another. Dean didn't stop replaying what happened that night in his head. Sam tried to reassuring him that nothing was wrong but he didn't listen. He just kept his eyes on the road as they drove passed the "leaving Stardale" sign.

After they had been in the cramped Impala for a couple hours, Lexie finally broke the silence. She tapped his shoulder, causing to take a brief glance at her and showed a forced smile. Lexie knew it was forced. She used to fake and force smiles for years until it didn't be known as fake anymore.

"Dean?" He looked over at her and held back a yawn. He'd been driving for two hours and he was exhausted. He didn't get much sleep and didn't even bother to get some shut eye after what happened.

"Hmm."

"I'm sorry, I worried you, Dean. I told you I could defend myself and you didn't believe me." It wasn't that he didn't believe she couldn't defend herself. It was the fact he didn't want her to get hurt.

"I know." He muttered quietly over the low humming from the radio system that played Metallica. He let out a quiet sigh." It was I didn't want you to get hurt, you know Alex?"

She knew. "Yes. But who saved you, huh Dean?" She teased lightly.

"Whatever that still doesn't change my opinion about you and your reckless impulses."