Sam stood next to his brother in front of Lexi's grave. He looked around at all the people there, friends and family. It was a sunny, warm day out. I'd actually consider today to be a nice day if I weren't at my sister-in laws-funeral. He thought. Sam had always liked Lexi, she was the type of person he knew Dean needed. Sam had loved Lexi as a sister; they were practically twins they were so close in age, she being only a month younger than Sam. He listened as the pastor read some passages from the bible and said a few prayers. After, Dean got up to say a few words, although anyone there could tell it was killing him inside just to be there.
"Lexi was always a wonderful woman." He started. "She stood by me in good times and bad. Sometimes I wish she hadn't because sometimes it got her hurt, and I couldn't stand seeing her hurt."
These words brought back the memories of the first time that Lexi had been seriously hurt during a hunt.
FLASHBACK
"Ok, we know this thing is in there somewhere. Lexi, you take the first floor, I'll take the basement and Sam, you take the second floor. If you see it, well, we all know what to do to distract and deter it until we can all get there." Dean said as they stood before the house. They had come here on a job, which they had already finished, but had found a new one there. All three grabbed their gear and headed in.
Lexi walked the first floor of the house, checking each room thoroughly. She knew Dean and Sam were doing the same things on their floors, after all she had been taught by them. Suddenly she was surprised by the spirit. She fired at it, but missed and was thrown across the room. She hit the back wall with a crash as se shattered the large mirror and hit the floor with a thud. Both Sam and Dean heard her fire and ran to help. They knew they couldn't defeat it, at least not right away, and Dean saw how badly hurt Lexi was. They grabbed her and got out of there, they could fight that thing later.
At a Motel Room.
"Dammit Dean, she needs medical attention!" Sam shouted, gesturing towards the still unconscious Lexi lying in one of the beds. It had been a few hours since they had gotten back to the room, and she hadn't woken up.
"No, she'll be fine. How are we supposed to get her help? How do we explain her injuries? Oh yeah, she got thrown across a room by a murderous spirit and fell against a mirror." Dean said softly, sitting beside her.
"We can say that we saved her from an abusive boyfriend or something, she needs help."
Dean looked up at him and Sam could see the worry in his eyes. He sighed and looked back at Lexi, then nodded, scooping her still body up in his arms and carrying her out to the car.
At the hospital.
Lexi had been admitted, under a false name of course. She has multiple cuts and bruises all over her body from the shards of the mirror and a concussion from being thrown into the wall. Sam sat patiently by her bedside in a chair while Dean paced nervously.
"The doctors said she would wake up, why hasn't she? There's something wrong." He said.
"If there were something wrong the doctors would be doing something. Concussions are unpredictable, you know that." Sam replied calmly.
"I can't take this anymore; I'm gonna go find someone." Dean said as he stormed out.
Sam sighed and turned to look at Lexi. All she had was an IV and a heart monitor, if there were something wrong there would be more machines or monitors. Right? He scooted the chair closer to the bed and took her hand in his.
"Lexi, you need to wake up, Dean's going nuts with out you. You mean a lot to him, heck, you mean a lot to me too. You're like a sister to me. Neither one of us can live with out you. You're our mediator when we fight, our voice of reason when we get carried away. You're so much to both of us, but you're everything to Dean. He won't say it now, but he loves you, and not in the same way he loves me. Please, Lexi, we can't live with out you, we need you, wake up." He rested his head on her hand and sighed. He jumped when he thought he felt movement under his forehead. He looked up and saw Lexi's eyes fluttering open.
"Sam?" She whispered.
Sam looked over at his brother and he could see the tears welling up in his eyes. Dean never cried, he grew up having to be strong for Sam's sake. Dean hadn't cried at his wedding or when his son was born, and he hadn't even cried the night his wife died. He watched Dean take a deep breath before he continued.
"I loved her with all my heart, I know now that the time I had with her was precious. I wouldn't have traded a single minute of that time for anything else in the world. Now I'd trade the world for just one more minute with her. Goodbye Lexi, until we meet again." Dean finished, placing a red rose on her casket.
Sam stepped forward and placed the one he had in his hand on it as well, followed by everyone else there. He turned to Dean, who had picked up his son from the carrier and held him closely, still trying to fight back the tears. Sam walked over to his brother and put a hand on his shoulder. Dean turned to him and finally let go of the tears he had been holding in since Lexi's death. Sam didn't take his hand away from his brother's shoulder, letting him know that it was ok to cry, he needed to.
"This isn't fair, Sam. How am I supposed to go on with out her? How am I supposed to raise him alone?" Dean said, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"You're not alone Dean, you have me and dad and Meg, we'll all be more than happy to help." Sam replied.
"All I want to do is quit, I just want to give up completely. But I have to find and stop this spirit or whatever it is that keeps killing the women we love." Dean said, placing Ben back in the carrier, picking it up and bringing it to the car. He turned and faced Sam again, who had followed. "We've got work to do, Sam. All three of us, we have to stop this thing."
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