Dean drove them to a diner around the corner from the motel. They sat across from one another in a booth, and waited until the waitress came and took their orders before either of them spoke.

"I hope," Lexi said, "that what we're going to talk about is how to handle this with John, and not whether this is going to happen or not."

Dean reached across the table and took her hand in both of his. "We will definitely be together. What we need to talk about is how to handle it. I don't wanna rush you... knowing what I know now. I was thinking about what you said, about that night I walked in on you and Sam. If that was as far as you ever got... you guys waited a long time to get there. I mean, when I walked in, I thought for sure you guys had done it before. Who wanted to wait?"

"I did," Lexi said.

"Exactly. I don't wanna push you. So, how do we do this?"

"Dean... Last night, I would have gone all the way if you hadn't backed off. And I wouldn't have regretted it. I told you how I feel. No one has ever made me feel that way, but you. I'm ready when you are."

Dean smiled as his thumbs brushed over her hand. "Okay," he said. "Now... dad. I don't want to fight with him. I really don't want to drag you in the middle of it. I feel like a jerk for making it sound like we're doing something wrong, but I think we should keep it from him."

"Are you kidding? A forbidden love?" She leaned in a little and whispered, a small grin pulling at her lips. "Knowing you want me so bad that you're touching me when you're not supposed to?"

Dean's grip on her hand tightened and he let out a low moan. "You keep talking like that and we'll have to leave before we get our food."

Lexi sat back, pulling her hand from him. "Well, maybe I should just stay back here for a while."

"Just for a while," Dean said with a grin.

They ate quietly and quickly. Back in the Impala, Dean made his way back to the motel. Lexi stared at him as he drove. She didn't want to seem too eager, and she honestly felt like she had pursued him since he kissed her. He would have to make the next move. Though, Lexi didn't think she would have to wait long.

Once they were inside their room, Dean picked up the phonebook. He flipped through the pages and wrote something down. When he looked up at Lexi, he grinned.

"Let's go," he said.

"Where?"

"Shooting range. We can't let your training slack off just because you went on one hunt. We'll go shoot some stuff, then we'll go back to that restaurant and make sure the EMF is gone."

"Good idea," Lexi said.

Dean got her a different gun than she had used before. He wanted her to able to use anything that ended up in her hands.

"This one is a little heavier," he said as he loaded the gun, "and it will have a bit more of a kick. I'm gonna hold you steady for your first shot, just so you can feel it."

They put on their protective wear and Dean gave her the gun. She handled it for a moment, getting used to the weight, then lined up a shot. Dean put himself flush against her back and his hands wrapped around her, holding hers steady as she gripped the weapon. She could feel his breath on her neck again, and it sent shivers down her spine.

"You got a good grip?" he asked.

"Yeah."

The next thing she knew, his lips were on her neck. She squeezed the trigger in surprise and a shot fired, causing her to yell out.

"Sorry," she said, mildly embarrassed at the idea of the people around her hearing her shout.

Dean just laughed. "Today's lesson: distractions. But, uh... maybe I should let you get off a few good shots, since it's a different gun."

He stepped back and let her shoot a few rounds. She hit the edges of the target each time. Dean adjusted her stance and showed her how to handle the recoil, and her next few shots improved. A few more shots, and Dean was behind her again, kissing her neck. She tilted her head and gave Dean better access, but he pulled away.

"You're supposed to be shooting."

"I have this thing on my neck that won't leave me alone."

"A distraction. Shoot anyway."

He returned to kissing and Lexi fought to focus on her target. Her first couple of shots missed completely. Dean laughed.

"Can't do it, huh?"

That gave Lexi some determination. She hated being told she couldn't do things. She focused harder, trying to ignore Dean's mouth on her. She hit the target... barely, but she hit it.

"Do it again," he said against her skin.

As she lined up the shot, his hand came around her and he squeezed her breast. She gasped and the bullet almost missed the drop cloth behind the target. Dean laughed against her neck.

"You don't play fair," she said as her eyes fluttered shut.

Lexi put the gun down and turned to face him. He backed her up against the wall that separated them from the next stall, and kissed her deeply. Her fingers played in his hair for a moment before she pulled away.

"Does this mean I don't need anymore practice?" she asked.

"Oh, you need a ton of practice... but we need to get to the restaurant. So, let's finish out the ammo. No more distractions," he said with a smile.

They ate lunch at the restaurant again. Dean pulled out his EMF, and it didn't detect anything. They discussed finding another case, trying to decide if they should stick around the area or hit the road while they look.

After lunch, they headed back to the motel. In the car, he grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. His hand rested on her thigh, gently massaging as he drove. Lexi leaned against his shoulder, tilting her head so he could whisper in his ear.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

Dean just smiled and let his hand glide higher on her thigh. Lexi let out a moan and started kissing his neck, letting her tongue glide over his skin.

"Uh... Sweetheart, you are drawing attention to yourself from people outside of the car."

"I don't care."

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the motel a moment later. Lexi was still kissing his neck when his tone changed.

"Son-of-a-bitch."

"What's wrong?" she asked, pulling away.

"Dad's here."

He pointed to John's truck and Lexi's face fell. It was a definite mood killer.

"Well," she said, "I guess we'll see how well we can keep it from him."

"No kidding." Dean shifted slightly in his seat after putting the car in park. "I'm gonna have to sit here a minute."

"I'm sorry," she said with a smile. "Did I get to you?"

"You've been getting to me for the last couple of years."

She smiled and opened her door. "I'm gonna go in."

"You sure you don't wanna wait for me?"

"No... I'll go in. It might look funny if he sees us both just sitting in the car."

Dean nodded. "Okay. I'll be in in a minute."

Dean watched in the rearview mirror as Lexi crossed the parking lot and went inside. If his dad only knew how much he really wanted this woman. Dean leaned his head back for a moment, then made his way inside.