Under Your Skin: Chapter 4

Day 2

Kings Inn Motel

Violet, Ohio

"And now I understand, you leave with everthing. You leave with everything I am, misery."

Lexi bolted upright clutching the thin cheap sheet to her chest. She shivered looking down to see Dean still fast asleep next to her. Lexi's eyes darted around the room feeling as if someone else was there besides her and Dean. She inched her hand under Dean's pillow reaching for the gun he had placed there.

"Hi there, Lexi."

Lexi's turned in the direction of the voice, aiming Dean's gun at the figure to her left. "Who are you?"

"Lexi, Lexi, Lexi." The man chuckled moving into the light so she could see his yellow eyes, "That gun's not going to work on me little girl."

"What do you want?" She hissed cocking the gun anyway.

"Put the gun down, Princess. I just came here to talk."

Lexi lowered the gun slightly glancing quickly down at Dean, "Then talk."

The yellow eyed demon smirked at her, "Are you worried about Dean? If I came here for Dean he'd be dead now, I'm here for you, Lex."

"Don't call me that." She hissed.

"That's right," He smiled, "only Dean here calls you that. I have to say you move fast only two days and already you're in his bed. I thought it would take you a little longer to get close to him again."

"Why do you care?"

"Because my dear, it's all part of my plan for you."

"Your plan for me?" She questioned arching her eyebrow.

"Yes. Did you think it's just a coincidence that you and Sam are both one of my chosen few? Hmm? You and Dean though," the yellow eyed demon leaned forward a huge grin plastered on his face, "now that was just pure luck on my part….icing on the cake."

"What are you talking about?"

"You'll see, Princess. When I need you, you'll know. You're my ace in the hole, Lexi. Now be a good girl and give in to your powers."

Lexi opened her eyes, breathing heavily. She bolted upright clutching the thin cheap sheet to her chest. She shivered looking down to see Dean snoring lightly next to her. She rubbed her eyes trying to clear her head. It was of no use she was too shaken up. Not wanting to wake Dean, Lexi grabbed his shirt from the floor. SHE buttoned it up slowly before going over to the small table in the kitchenette to use Sam's lap top.

Dean rolled over reaching for Lexi in the now empty bed; groggily he called for her with just a hint of panic in his voice, "Lex?"

"It's ok, Dean. I'm just doing some research."

"Lex, it's the middle of the night." Dean yawned pulling on his boxers before making his way over to her, "What are you researching?"

"Yes Dean, the yellow eyed demon came to me in a dream."

"Hey, I told you to stay out of my head."

Lexi looked up at him chewing on her bottom lip, "Sorry, I can't really control it."

"So what did the bastard have to say this time?" Dean asked sitting next to her.

"Just that I'm his ace in the hole and to give into my powers." Lexi sighed turning the lap top towards Dean, "You were wrong Dean, I do fit the pattern. My mother died in a nursery fire the night I turned six months old. What do you know Dean? Is he planning on having me kill people? Don't lie to me I can just read your thoughts you know."

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose shaking his head, "Lex, you're not a murderer."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I know you! There is not an evil bone in your body!"

"Well I must be deep down. Why else….."

"Lexi, listen to me!" Dean screamed cutting her off and shaking her shoulders, "YOU are NOT evil! I don't know why he picked you or Sammy or any of the others but you're not evil. I'm going to save you both. We're going to find Sammy and then I'm gonna kill that yellow eyed son of a bitch."

"There must be a reason, Dean." She said not bothering to hide the fear in her voice, "He said it wasn't a coincidence me and Sam. And you and I were icing on the cake. What ever the hell that's supposed to mean."

"Shhh…..you're not evil, Lex." Dean stated pulling her onto his lap, "He's messing with your head."

Lexi's eyes filled with tears, her voice soft when she spoke, "Dean, he said so himself. He picked us for a reason."

Dean pressed his forehead to hers, speaking in soothing tones while rubbing her sides," I know you. I know you better than anyone. You're not evil. Lex, you wouldn't hurt a soul."

Comforted by the sound of Dean's voice, she closed her eyes letting herself relax. She felt him press his lips gently to hers, his hands sliding up her sides. She broke the kiss opening her eyes, "Don't unbutton my shirt."

"I, I wasn't going to."

"Don't lie to me, Dean. And no we're not doing it again."

"Why not?"

"I can't do this." She whispered grabbing Dean's hands while pulling them off her sides.

"What?" he asked confused interlacing his fingers with hers, "Sex? You got to be kidding me. We just did it a few hours ago."

"I can't do this with you! I can't, ok. I still have feelings for you, Dean."

Dean felt his blood beginning to boil at her words, "Really? Is that why you left me in New Orleans, Lex?"

She got off his lap pushing against his chest when she did. "You know damn well why I dumped you. It had nothing to do with whether I loved you or not. It had to do with the fact that you were sticking your dick in anything that moved."

"I fucked up! What else do you want me to say?"

"And the lies?"

"To protect you, Lex."

She laughed bitterly crossing her arms, "You were protecting me?"

"YES!" Dean stated slamming his hand on the table as he stood up, "I told you what I was. You knew that I was a hunter. I didn't want you to get hurt!"

"You never could say I love you. You're an emotional cripple, you know that!"

"Damn it, Lexi! I wanted the fucking domestic thing with you. The two point five kids, dog, two car garage. Hell even the white fucking picket fence but YOU dumped me after SIX years! You left me a Dear John letter in New Orleans!"

"How was I supposed to know that, uh?"

Dean snatched the empty beer bottle on the kitchenette table throwing it across the room. Lexi jumped, her eyes wide, as Dean advanced towards her backing her against the wall.

"Look at me and tell me I don't love you. Look at me! You can get in my head now. Tell me I don't love you."

His eyes bore into her waiting for her answer. She looked up at Dean sadly, "You should have told me."

"Yeah I should've done a lot of things." He snapped.

Not wanting to be near Dean, she pushed past him determined to leave, "You can go find Sam but I'm leaving this freak show. It's all you Dean."

"You're not going anywhere. You came to me for protection and I will not have your blood on my hands, Lex. You're staying."

"You can't make me stay, Dean."

"Really?" Dean asked her arching his eyebrows, "Watch me."

Day 3

The air was thick and heavy in the Impala. Neither one speaking unless absolutely necessary. Lexi sighed, closing John's journal while glancing at Dean. The silence was starting to get to her.

"So you're not going to talk to me now?"

"You wanted to keep it professional."

"You're such a control freak."

"What? I'm doing what you asked." He said defensively.

"Okay. So we're going to pretend that you never said what you said last night?"

"I said a lot of things yesterday, Lex."

Lexi ran her hands through her hair frustrated, "Fine, I'm sorry I hurt you."

Dean glanced at her before speaking, his voice tense, "I'm not talking about this."

"Maybe if you would've clued me in on how you felt I wouldn't have left."

"Yeah and maybe YOU should've had the nerve to give me the boot to my damn face. Then you would've known."

"Dean, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have…..I was wrong."

"Fine."

"I love you but I just can't pick up where we left off like nothing happened. I just can't."

He nodded his head keeping his eyes glued to the road. He didn't want to look at her. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction.

"I know you're hurting, Dean. It's okay with everything that's happened. You're not letting your father down either. Stop thinking that."

"Lexi!" Dean snapped slamming his hand on the steering wheel, "Stay out of my head!"

"I'm sorry! It just popped in my head."

"I'm gonna go find some Voodoo Priest to lay some mojo on me to keep you out!"

Lexi tilted her head trying not to laugh, "Maybe you should. Since when are you afraid of bunnies?"

"Damn you, girl. That stays between us. They're twitchy little bastards that's why."

She smiled, resting her hand on his knee, "Truce?"

"Yeah, truce." He nodded flashing a smile, "You find anything in the journal?"

"Yeah but not much."

Later that night

Old Mill Tavern

Dean smirked at Lexi as she counted her winnings from the poker game. He shook his head taking a swig from his beer bottle, "You're something else you know that?"

She winked at him handing him half the money in her hand, "I learned from the best didn't I?"

He nodded his head in agreement laughing, "Yeah you did. I can't take all the credit though. Men just can't help getting hustled by a pretty girl like you."

"Hmm, no you totally corrupted me……" Lexi laughed stopping suddenly, her eyes darting around the bar, "He's here."

"Who, Lex?"

"The hunter that's after me. He's here….."

Dean looked around the bar cautiously. He reached his hand into the inside pocket of his jacket for his gun. He looked up his eyes locking on the man in front of him.

"Dean, who's this?" Gordon asked taking the chair across from him.

"This is my girl, Lexi."

"I'm not his girl anymore." She said never taking her eyes off of Gordon.

"Oh, she's your ex?" Gordon question looking back and forth between them.

Dean shrugged slipping his free arm around her shoulders, "Still my girl."

Gordon turned his attention to Lexi eyeing her up slowly, "You a hunter too?"

"Me? No. I'm a first year med student."

"Really? What are you doing in a place like this?"

"Oh, I ran into Dean and we're just catching up."

Gordon leaned across the table, "I bet you're a real smart one, uh?"

"Yeah, she is." Dean stated proudly his grip tightening on his gun, "Goes to Columbia."

"New York City? Awful far from home…."

Dean cut him off suddenly, "That's where we ran into each other. We rekindled the old flame so to speak. So, if you don't mind Gordon, we'd like to be alone."

Gordon looked at Lexi hissing, "You're not afraid of Demons are you, little girl?"

"Why should I be? I'm with Dean. I trust him with my life."

"He's still a killer."

Lexi arched her eyebrow, "The only killer sitting here is you. Dean doesn't hunt people."

Dean glared at Gordon attempting to keep his temper in check, "I'm not asking you again, Gordon. Leave."

"I have to admit, Dean. She has more balls than Sammy. Where is Sammy by the way?"

'Dean, don't. He's the one following me.' Lexi thought desperately hoping Dean could hear her somehow.

He looked at her then back to Gordon enraged, "WHAT?"

Dean's anger confirmed to Gordon that Lexi indeed was one of the psychics he was hunting. He smirked at Dean, taunting him silently. Dean stood up, staring Gordon down.

"You lay a finger on her and it's the last thing you do."

"I'm disappointed in you, Dean. Here you are protecting the enemy. First, your brother and now your girlfriend."

'He's going to pull a gun on me, Dean.'

Dean pulled his gun out pointing it directly at Gordon's head, "Don't even think about it. See, that's the problem with telepaths, Gordon. They can anticipate your next move."

"Let's talk about this, Dean."

"There's nothing to talk about." he growled, motioning to Lexi that it was time to go, "You come near her again and you'll wish you were never born, you son of a bitch."