When Lexi walked in, John was lying on one of the beds with his arm thrown over his eyes. She quietly tried to make her way across the room, but he spoke without moving.

"Where's Dean?"

She looked at him in surprise. "How did you know I wasn't Dean?"

"Kid," he said sitting up, "I'm a hunter... ex-marine. I can tell. Telling the difference between one sound and another can mean life or death."

Lexi nodded. She'd have to remember that. "Dean's still in the car."

John got up and walked over to her, pulling her into a hug. "He taking care of you?"

"Of course."

John pulled back and looked at her. "You looking out for him?"

It was moments like this, seeing the concern in John's eyes, that she remembered that he really did love Dean. He was just so hard on him. "Yes, sir."

"Good."

Dean walked in just as John let go of Lexi. "Hey, dad."

John walked over to him and embraced him, patting him firmly on the back. Lexi watched Dean's face. The half-hearted smile he had when he walked through the door completely faded as his father hugged him. A small contented smirk replaced it a moment later.

"How'd the job with Caleb go?"

"That was one of the meanest poltergeist I've ever been up against. Almost impossible to get rid of." He went back over to the bed and lay down. "I'm exhausted. I drove fourteen hours straight after being up for over twenty-four."

"Why didn't you stop and get a room?"

John threw his arm back over his eyes. "I just wanted to be back with my kids."

Dean saw Lexi's eyes widen, and she began to fidget. "Well, dad, why don't Lexi and I head out for a little while so we don't keep you up. We can come back later."

"Dean, you don't have to do that."

"No, you'll sleep better," he said. "We're gonna go. We'll come back around sunset."

He grabbed Lexi's hand and pulled her from the room. As they walked to the car, they kept their distance. After they drove away, Dean asked her if she was okay.

"I just... he called me his kid, Dean. I just never expected it."

"Dad loves you. He just has a funny way of showing it most of the time."

"I've seen John kind of like a dad for a while now." She looked over at Dean. "I definitely don't see you as a brother, though."

"Glad to hear that," Dean said with a smirk.

"Where we going?"

"I don't know. You wanna drive around for a little while?"

"Sounds good to me."

Lexi turned up the music and lay her head against Dean's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close.

They drove for about an hour, until they were away from the city. Open landscape in every direction gave them both a sense of freedom. It was just them and the road. When they finally came to an area where trees lined the sides of the road, Dean found a place to pull into them. He drove in far enough that no one would notice the car from the road, then he turned off the engine. He took Lexi's hand in his, and saw the questioning look in her eyes.

"I just wanted to be alone for a while."

He brushed a strand of hair back from her face and tucked it behind her ear. His hand settled on her face and she leaned into his palm.

"I really wanted to take you back to the motel and make love to you," he said. "Dad has awful timing sometimes."

Lexi let out a chuckle. "I was hoping that's what you were planning on doing. Now we're waiting again."

"Yeah," he said with a sigh.

Dean leaned in slowly and captured her lips with his. His hand, already on her face, sank into her hair, holding her close. When his hand slipped beneath her shirt, she pulled away.

"Dean, as bad as I want you, I don't want our first time to be in a car."

"I know," he said. His hand was still in her hair. "This isn't sex. This is just a very serious make-out session," he said with a wide grin. "I have to touch you."

His voice was suddenly deeper, and his eyes grew dark. It sent a tremor through her entire body. His hand was under her shirt again, gently squeezing her side just below her breast. Lexi's eyes fell closed at the feel of his hands on her skin. A moan escaped her lips when she felt his mouth on her neck, and she plunged her fingers into his hair.

"That feels so good," she whispered.

Dean pulled back with a grin and waited for her to look at him. Once their eyes connected, his grin faded.

"You just wait 'til I finally get you naked."

She sucked in a breath at the thought. Suddenly, the image of Dean with with no clothes on filled her mind. Her eyes scanned over his body, and he knew what she was thinking. Dean took her hand and slowly slid it beneath his shirt, letting her feel his abs and chest. Her fingers trembled as they traveled over the hard muscle. She slipped her other hand in and pulled Dean closer. He put his lips back on her neck and he slowly laid her back onto the seat.

Dean moved between her neck and her lips, back and forth, for several minutes. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on high alert with his touch. She found herself wanting to feel all of him, so she willed herself not to let it get too far.

"Dean," she said as he kissed her neck, "we need to stop."

Dean pulled way from her neck, holding himself over her. "I want you so bad... I can't wait 'til he leaves us alone again."

"It's gonna be so hard to keep this from him," she said.

"I know."

"I just wanna touch you."

Dean grinned, "I want you to touch me, too. Very much."

"We should get back," Lexi said. "Maybe go sit in a public place for a while and get over this feeling."

"What feeling is that?"

"Like my insides are about to melt."

Dean smiled and kissed her gently before sitting up. He pulled her up with him before he moved behind the wheel. They drove back into the city and found a park that seemed pretty active. They walked around until they found a bench, where they sat until the sun started going down.

"You ready to head back to the motel?" Dean asked.

"I guess."

They walked back to the car in silence. The drive back to the motel almost felt heavy. Neither of them really felt like pretending.

Dean parked, and as they walked toward the room, he whispered, "Time to pretend you're just an annoying little girl."

That drew a smile from her, and she smacked him on the arm before they walked into the room.