Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own. Be warned there is some sex in this chapter and I was listening to Nine Inch Nails' Closer when I wrote it. Please review.

Chapter 10

Under Your Skin

February 14, 2007

Dean crouched down in the bushes after staging the argument with Lexi hoping Gordon bought it. He didn't like the fact that Gordon was taking so long to make his move. He was nervous and hunts didn't make him nervous. Dean's stomach twisted in knots as he sweated profusely suddenly realizing Lexi was no longer in his line of sight. He inched away from his current hiding spot carefully to avoid making a sound that would tip Gordon off to his presence. He bolted across the cemetery at the sound of Lexi's screaming knowing it was time to end this once and for all.

"Let her go, Gordon." Dean stated jaw clenched, his sawed off shotgun to Gordon's temple.

"Dean, she'll be dead before you have a chance to pull the trigger."

Dean cocked the gun pressing it harder against Gordon's head, "Don't be so sure of that. Now, Lex!"

Gordon watched confused as the knife he had to Lexi's throat suddenly flew from his hand sliding several feet away in the distance. "What the hell?"

Dean smirked his voice taking on a malevolent tone, "Didn't know she could do that did you? You should've done your homework Gordon. Now let her go."

Gordon released his hold on Lexi raising his hands before turning slowly to face Dean, "You're no killer, Dean."

"Oh you wanna bet? I told you to stay away from her or I'd kill you. I don't make idle threats Gordon."

"She's gonna help destroy us all and you're gonna kill me? How many other hunters are you gonna kill to protect her and Sam?"

"I'll kill you all to protect them." Dean snapped before knocking Gordon out with the butt of his rifle.

Xxxxxx

"Wake up!" Dean shouted back handing Gordon across the face, "I wanna see the light leave your eyes you bastard."

Gordon rolled over on the cold mausoleum floor disoriented and groaning, "What the hell….."

"Get up." Dean hissed landing a swift kick to Gordon's stomach, his face twisted in rage, "You're such a big man, uh Gordon, hunting defenseless girls?"

"She's not defenseless." Gordon coughed glaring at him, "And you know it."

Dean pulled Gordon up off the floor by the collar of his shirt, Dean's right fist connecting to Gordon's jaw with a sickening crunch, "Why don't you take me on? Uh?"

"You're making a mistake. I never pegged you as a traitor."

"The only mistake I made was letting you live the first time." Dean stated coldly dragging Gordon to his feet, "I won't be making that mistake twice."

Dean looked up from Gordon's dead body meeting Lexi's terrified gaze, his green eyes cold and hard causing her to back away from him out of instinct. He ran the back of his hand across his face smearing Gordon's blood down his cheek. Dean stood up dropping the knife that he held before closing the short distance between them causing Lexi to take another step back.

A bloody Dean grabbed Lexi firmly by the arms slamming her forcefully against the mausoleum wall her eyes going wide in shock. She stared up at him as Dean loomed over her not knowing whether she should be afraid or turned on, her breath hitching in her throat.

His mouth smashed against hers greedily, his hands letting go of her arms now sliding roughly down her chest to clutch at her shirt. Her eyes flew open at the sound of the fabric of her shirt being ripped open, the buttons that escaped bouncing and skidding along the mausoleum's floor.

Lexi pushed her hands against Dean's chest in an attempt to stop this madness, her fingers now smeared with Gordon's blood. She circled around him careful not to turn her back on him trying to keep the distance between them. Dean's eyes followed her movements carefully waiting for the perfect moment to make his move, "What's the matter, Lex? Afriad?"

"No." she lied backing into the center of the room, "It's …."

Dean snatched her wrist pulling her against him, "It's what? Scary?" He kissed her roughly pinning her against the wall, "This is me Lex, I'm a hunter. What's your excuse?"

"Stop Dean." She whispered, "Before this gets out of control."

"I wasn't planning on hurting you….." Dean hissed dragging his lips up the side of her neck, "not much anyway."

Lexi gasped her voice unsteady as she felt his teeth sink into the soft flesh behind her ear, "You haven't come close to hurting me……"

Dean slid his hands down to her hips, his fingers digging into them as they clawed at the material of her skirt. He tightened his grasp on her hips lifting her up against him, forcing Lexi to wrap her legs around his waist when he pushed into her. He shoved her back flat against the wall growling in her ear, "Afraid to give me the chance to?"

Xxxxxx

Sam's head snapped up from his lap top the moment Dean strode through the door with Lexi. He noticed that they're clothes were covered in blood, Dean's more so than Lexi's. "What the hell happened?" Sam questioned as he took in the state of Lexi's torn clothing.

"Hey Lex," Dean stated softly, "why don't you go get in the shower."

"Ok."

Dean waited until she closed the bathroom door before turning to Sam a huge Cheshire grin on his face, "Oh man, Sammy, I just had the best sex of my entire life!"

Sam shook his head, his face distorted with disgust, "DUDE, you're SICK! You had sex in a fucking mausoleum with rotting corpses?"

"What?" Dean questioned dismissively his eyebrows inching up into his hairline, "Come on, everyone has sex at their jobs."

"Um, okay. Dean, most people don't have jobs that involve morgues and cemeteries."

"So?"

"I highly doubt undertakers are screwing some girl in a coffin."

Dean pointed at Sam smirking, "Don't be so sure little brother; maybe he has some hot assistant."

"Shut up." Sam snapped his lips forming a thin white line.

"Ok, bitch."

"Jerk."

Dean nodded at Sam a small mischievous smile on his face, "It was still hot as hell."