Lexi lay in bed for half an hour trying to fall asleep, but she couldn't. She glanced over at the next bed to see Dean lying on his back.

"Dean?" When she didn't get and answer, she tried again. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah."

"I'm having trouble forgetting what happened here tonight. I feel like, if I go to sleep, we'll wake up and not talk about it... I don't want that to happen."

Dean didn't say anything, so Lexi sat up.

"You don't have to talk," she said, "but I feel like I need to tell you some things. You brought up me and Sam before..."

As Lexi tried to find her words, Dean sat up.

"Lex, I really don't wanna hear about you and my brother, okay?"

"No, I need you to hear this. I saw Sam as a really good friend. Dad kept me really close... and away from boys, for the most part. I really hadn't seen Sam in that way, but... when he kissed me... it felt nice."

"I really don't wanna hear this," Dean said, running a hand through his hair.

Lexi ignored his plea. "Being with Sam made me feel like I wasn't alone. I found someone like me, and he liked me. It was nice, and it was comfortable..." She got out of her bed and sat on the edge of Dean's. She put a hand on his leg, covered by the sheets. "But when I'm around you... I feel alive again. It's not just 'nice.' It's not comfortable. My stomach is in knots and I almost forget to breathe. I almost feel like that ten year old girl again."

Dean stared at her. His hand covered hers on his leg. "What about dad?"

"Dean," Lexi sighed, "I understand obeying your father. I obeyed mine, even after he died. I get that you want him to be proud of you... but you are so much more than your father's son."

Dean looked away, and she felt like she was losing him.

"We could always keep it secret," she said. "We're on our own a lot now. When John's around, we'll keep our distance... act normal."

Dean ran his hands over his face. "I don't know, Lexi."

"When you first took me to the shooting range, I was a mess. Every time you touched me I got goosebumps. My heart was beating so fast and so loud, I thought for sure you could hear it. And now that I know you're attracted to me, too... just sitting here next to you is giving me butterflies. I won't forget that you kissed me... and if we can't be together... I may not be able to stay."

Dean's head shot up. "What?"

"With all this out in the open between us, can you really go back to the way it was?"

"You can't go."

"Why not?"

"Dad would be pissed."

Lexi slammed her fist onto the bed. "Forget John! He doesn't matter here. If that's the only reason you have for me not going, then-"

She was silenced when Dean's hand, suddenly on the back of her head, pulled her lips to his. Her hands moved to his head, and her fingers played through his short hair. He pulled back long enough to breathe out, "I don't want you to go," before his lips were on hers again.

Dean lay back, pulling Lexi down on top of him. The covers still separated them. His hands roamed down her back and cupped her rear through her pants.

"I don't think I've ever wanted anybody this much," he said as he moved his lips to her neck. He pulled her hair back and she tilted her head.

"I know I haven't," she said.

Dean's kisses stopped, and he gently pulled her back. He looked at her for a moment, as if trying to remember something.

"You said you and Sam never did anything."

"Right."

"You said your dad kept you away from boys."

"Right," she said.

"Have you ever... with anyone?"

Lexi's cheeks turned pink, and she shook her head. Dean ran a hand through her hair and sat up. She moved to his side.

"Does that change your mind?" she asked. She stared at the bed, afraid to look into his eyes.

"No," he said, lifting her face with both hands. "It just changes things a little."

"How?"

Dean sighed. "Look, I've never been in a relationship before. I do hookups... That's my thing. But you're not a hookup. We're both tired, physically and emotionally. I think we need to sleep on this and talk about it tomorrow... see where it goes."

"Will we really talk about it?"

"We will. I promise."

Lexi smiled at him, and he smiled back. She moved to stand up, but Dean grabbed her arm. Before she could ask why, Dean moved the covers back for her.

"You think that's a good idea?" she asked with a grin.

"I don't know," Dean said, "but I wanna feel your body against mine."

Lexi climbed under the covers and snuggled back into Dean. He put his arm over her and kissed her cheek before settling into his pillow.

"Hey, Lex?"

"Yeah?"

"Do I really give you butterflies?"

"Like you wouldn't believe."

They slowly drifted off to sleep. When they woke up six hours later, they were in the same position. Dean woke up first. He moved Lexi's hair away from her neck and ran his lips over her skin with a feather light touch. Waking up with her in his arms was all he needed to know for sure that he wanted Lexi.

She turned onto her back and her eyes fluttered open. When she stared into his eyes all she could see was the want there. She knew it, because she felt it, too.

"Why don't we get dressed," Dean said, "and we can talk over breakfast."

"Okay."

Dean kissed her gently on the lips. As his hand slid away from her neck, it brushed against her breast. Even through her shirt, it sent what felt like a jolt of electricity through her. She moaned against his mouth, and the sound affected him more than he thought it would. He pulled away, moving back in for another quick kiss. When he pulled away again, he stared down at her.

"We should get up."

"Uh huh," Lexi nodded. She lifted her head and kissed Dean again before dropping her head back down to her pillow. "We really should," she said with a smile.

Dean leaned down and kissed her once more. His lips lingered, and his hand caressed her face. When he pulled away again, he sighed and got up. He took her hand and pulled her up as well.

"I think maybe we should go out for breakfast so we'll keep our hands to ourselves for a while," Dean said.

"I really don't want to keep my hands to myself... but you're right. We should talk first."