Lexi wipes the tears from her cheeks as the rain pounds her windshield. Knowing Jack is gone makes it hard to think, much less drive, but she knows where she needs to be. So, she thinks of another memory she has of the boy as she continues down the road.

"He hates me," Jack said to her as she sat down on the library steps beside him.

"No," Lexi said as she rubbed his back reassuringly with her hand, "he was scared."

"Scared?" the boy gave her a confused look.

"When Dean gets scared," she began, "he gets angry and loud, that doesn't mean he hates you."

"But he is mad at me?"

"Yes," she replied, "but that'll pass. It's okay to get mad at each other, it is going to happen, a lot actually."

"Really?"

"Yea," Lexi continued with a small smile, "it's what makes you family Jack. Let me see your cell phone."

Jack fumbled in his jacket pocket for a moment then handed his phone over to her and she quickly flipped through the screens and programmed a phone number into his contact list.

"I'm putting my cell phone number in here," she began, "next time there's a big blow out, you're welcome to call or come by the house to chill out. My place is a safe zone, I always have ice cream and junk food."

Jack gave her a genuine smile as he took his phone from her, "So that's where he went."

"What?"

"The last time Dean and Sam had an argument," Jack began, "Sam left angry and I overheard Cas ask Dean where Sam was going. Dean said he knew where Sam was going, and he'd be fine. He went to your house, didn't he?"

Lexi smiled and nodded her head, "Sometimes you need a break."

Jack surprised her as he embraced her tightly and she held him for a moment, "Thank you Lexi."

"Anytime," she said sweetly as Jack pulled away with a smile, then stood up and headed back through the library.

Dean had watched from the entrance to the war room, he had calmed down and had come to find Jack to apologize for what he had said earlier. Lexi looked over to the entrance and saw him standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"Thank you," he said.

It's late when she arrives at the bunker, but she makes her way into the empty war room and through the library. There is light coming from the kitchen and she makes her way down the hall, tucking her hair behind her ear. She makes one last swipe at her cheeks to remove any residual tears, she knows her eyes are red and puffy from crying. Dean sits alone at the kitchen table, a few empty liquor bottles and glasses in front of him. She walks over and gently places her hand on his shoulder.

The touch surprises him, but he's buzzed enough that his reaction is slower than normal.

"He's gone," the words are full of sadness.

Lexi sits down on the seat next to him and takes the half empty glass from in front him and takes a sip from it, trying to fight back the tears. The amber liquid burns a trail down her throat but it's a familiar comfort.

"I'm sorry we didn't tell you," Dean says without looking up from the table, "we thought we could fix it."

She turns the highball glass up again as he continues speaking, "He loved you, he wanted you to know that. You were always so good with him."

Lexi closes her eyes tightly, holding back the inevitable, but it's pointless as she feels him place his hand on top of hers on the table and she lets go of the breath she was holding as the tears begin to fall.

"It's not fair," she says quietly before she finishes the rest of his drink and slides the empty glass to the center of the table.

After a few moments Dean lays his head on the table and Lexi can see how exhausted he looks. She stands up and rubs her hand across his shoulders, "How about you go to bed?"

"I will in a minute," he says stretching his arm out on the table to use as a pillow.

Lexi gives him a sad smile, knowing he'll wake up in the exact same position in the morning. She makes her way down the hall and sees light still coming from under the door leading to Sam's room so gives a small knock and waits to hear a muffled 'yea' from inside before she opens it.

Sam has books strewn across his bed and the desk beside his bed and he's pacing the floor with a book in his hand. He looks up to see who's at the door and gives her a genuine smile. This wasn't the reaction she was expecting out of him.

"Are you okay?" she questions him carefully.

"Yea," he closes the book, "I have an idea."