Dean said they could sleep in, but Lexi was so exited that she had trouble sleeping. The building that was being haunted was a restaurant. It was a bit of a tourist spot, and Dean had his suspicions about it being a way to drum up business, but some of the eye witness accounts made him want to check it out. He and Lexi decided they would have lunch there and maybe ask their server some questions. Research would come after.

Dean flashed the waitress one of his biggest smiles. She glanced at Lexi, who grinned, as if approving of whatever flirting was about to occur. When the waitress saw that Dean wasn't hiding anything from the woman at his table, she smiled back. She took their drink orders and disappeared into the kitchen.

"She'll tell you whatever you want to know," Lexi said.

Dean smiled. "They always do."

"Don't be so modest," she said with a chuckle.

When the waitress came back, Dean smiled again.

"So, is this place really haunted?" he asked. "We were kind of hoping to see some activity."

"To be honest," the waitress said, "when I first started working here, I thought it was a gimmick... but I've seen some pretty weird things. Even after all the customers are gone."

"What kind of weird?"

"Well... glasses fly off the shelves. Sometimes we put the chairs on top the tables, turn around for a second, and they're back on the floor. I thought about quitting, but everyone who's worked here says the ghost never makes physical contact with people. It just messes with things around the place."

"Huh. Any chance we'll get to see anything?"

"Maybe. It happens. We can't predict it."

They ordered their food and the waitress disappeared again. Dean discreetly pulled out his EMF and the lights came to life.

"Oh yeah," he said. "We've got something."

They ate casually, talking about nothing in particular. When they were done, Dean paid and thanked the waitress. He saw that his receipt had her phone number written on it. He grinned as they walked to the car. Lexi was in front of him, and he glanced up at her. His smile faded. If he wanted anyone...

Dean looked at the number again. His head wasn't in the right place for a one night stand. He rumpled the receipt into a tiny ball and tossed it.

Their next stop was the library. It turned out that the restaurant was once a house. The man who owned it was very wealthy, but lost almost everything when the stock market crashed in the early 1900's. He went into his study and shot himself. His oldest son sold the estate and it sat dormant for decades as the neighborhood changed around it, until the 70's, when it was renovated to become a restaurant. Since then, reports of strange activity were fairly regular.

"Okay," Dean said, "the man that killed himself was named Edward Whitfield. Let's see if we can find out where he was buried."

A bit more research and they came across the answer: Lakewood Cemetery. They would have to wait until nightfall to dig. They went back to the motel and ordered pizza for dinner. Dean was in the bathroom when the pizza arrived. Lexi answered the door and left it open while she rummaged through her purse for the cash. Dean came out to find her slightly leaning over the bed, and the delivery guy practically drooling.

"Hey," Dean said in a firm voice. "Put your eyes back in your head, pal."

Lexi looked up, cash in hand, and the delivery guy tried to talk his way out of it. Dean walked past Lexi, grabbing the cash. He took their pizza and shoved the money at the guy before he slammed the door.

"What the hell was that?" Lexi asked.

"I didn't like the way he was looking at you."

"How is it your business?"

Dean threw the lid of the pizza box open.

"Eat," he said.

"I'm single. I'm an adult. You can't-"

"I know you're an adult, okay? Just eat."

Dean sat at the table and pulled a slice from the box, shoving a large portion into his mouth.

"You're gross," Lexi said. She joined him at the table and grabbed a slice of pizza.

It was a little after midnight when they snuck into the cemetery. They walked until they reached the section they were looking for, then started scanning the headstones for Whitfield's.

"Found it," Lexi called out.

Dean walked up beside her and set his bag on the ground. He handed her one of the shovels.

"Let me do most of the digging."

"Why?"

"You're not used to this. If you do too much your hands will blister and we'll have to explain it to dad."

Lexi nodded. Dean plunged his shovel into the ground and looked back up at her.

"Let me get the top soil loose, then you can dig in."

Lexi took several breaks. A life filled with research didn't prepare her for digging graves. Dean's shovel eventually hit something solid and they focused on getting the dirt away from that spot. Once the coffin was uncovered, Dean used his shovel to crack it open.

Lexi climbed out and got his duffel, bringing it down into the hole.

"Get the salt and pour it all over the corpse."

She followed his instruction until he told her it was enough.

"Now, the lighter fluid."

She poured it on and they climbed out of the grave. Dean pulled a matchbook from his pocket and handed it to Lexi. She pulled one out, struck it, then used it to light all the others. Once they were ablaze, she threw them into the open coffin. She stared as the body went up in flames.

Lexi was a bit quiet on the drive back to the motel. Dean glanced at her as he drove.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Just tired."

"I'll bet," he said. "You know... you did good out there today."

"Thanks." She gave him a small smile and stared out of the window.

"I think your dad would be proud of you," he said.

Lexi didn't say anything, but Dean saw her reflection in the window. The smile had faded from her lips, and he almost regretted mentioning her dad.

Dean cleaned up the trunk of the car while Lexi showered. When Dean was finished with his shower, Lexi was already in bed. Dean turned out the light and climbed into his own bed. He was tired, but sleep wouldn't come. After a while, he heard a soft sniffling coming from Lexi's bed. He sat up and saw her shoulders shake as she lay on her side with back to him.

"Lexi, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she managed to choke out.

Dean got up and sat on the edge of her bed. "Liar... what's wrong?"

"What you said earlier... about my dad being proud of me..."

"Lexi, I'm sorry... I didn't-"

"I miss him, Dean."

"I know you do."

She started to sob again and Dean pulled her arm.

"Hey, come here."

He pulled her up and into his arms. She buried her face in his neck and cried for a few minutes as he held her. When she finally stopped, Dean pulled back.

"Better?"

Lexi nodded and Dean smiled. She took in a deep breath and wiped her eyes. Dean watched her, and before he could think about what he was doing, his finger lifted her chin and his lips touched hers. When she began kissing him back, his hand moved to cup her face. He heard her moan, and he was suddenly hit with a vision of her and Sam on a bed. Then he heard his dad's warning.

He quickly pulled away and stood. "I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"This isn't a good idea."

"It seemed pretty good to me."

"Well, it's not."

"Give me one good reason."

"I'll give you three. First, you're hurting right now and-"

"You were comforting me. Next?"

Dean hesitated a little before admitting the next reason. "You and Sam."

"There isn't a 'me and Sam' anymore."

"But there was... and I don't know if I can get intimate with a girl who my brother..."

Lexi smiled. A light blush rose up in her cheeks. "Sam and I never did anything."

"I walked in on you two," he said, unbelieving.

"And that was as far as we ever went. We cooled down when we realized how close we were to John walking in."

"Honest?"

"Honest... What's reason number three?"

"Dad."

"What about him?"

"When you first came with us, he warned me to stay away. He re-warned me after Sam left."

"Did he give Sam that warning?"

"Nope. He didn't think Sam would make a move. How do you like that?"

"Okay," Lexi said as she put a hand to her forehead in fruatration. "I get his first warning. I was sixteen. You were twenty. But we're both adults now. He has no right-"

"He may not see it that way."

"Dean... did you know that I had a crush on you when I was ten years old."

"No."

"That week our dad's hunted together, and they left us with that guy... What was his name?"

"Bobby."

"Right. You were so great, considering I was an annoying little girl. And I thought you were cute... major crush. When I saw you again, I was too clouded with grief to notice, but the longer I was around you, I started getting those feelings again... but I didn't think you were interested in a teenager."

"I didn't realize who you were at first," Dean said, "but I noticed you as soon as you walked in. That's why dad gave me the warning. He saw me staring at you."

Lexi got out of bed and stood in front of him. "John Winchester does not control our lives. I like you... you like me. What's stopping us?"

She put her hand on his arm and Dean stared down at her. His lips crashed onto hers and her arms wrapped around his back. He buried his hands in her hair as their kiss slowed and deepened. Dean eventually pulled away, his dad's warning not quite leaving him alone.

"It's late. We should get some sleep."

Lexi nodded and Dean kissed her once more, barely touching his lips to hers. They each got into their own bed and said goodnight.