The bunker shakes, as thunder rumbles overhead.
Lex shoots up in her bed, amber eyes wide with fear. This is the first thunderstorm she has ever experienced, and she isn't sure what is going on. It thunders again, and she darts out of her bed and into the living room.
Sam sits in an overstuffed leather chair, reading.
Lex skids to a stop in the middle of the room, breathing heavily.
He looks up at her quizzically, until he notices the terrified look on her face. He closes his book and stands up. "What is it Lex?" He says.
"Do you not hear that?" She asks incredulously.
"Hear what?" Thunder claps again.
"That?!" She cries.
"Whoah, calm down. It's thunder, and it's perfectly normal when it's storming." Sam explains.
"It...is?"
"Yeah." Sam chuckles, "Come look."
He opens up the front door, and Lex creeps up behind him, peeking around his shoulder. Lighting flashes, and she jumps back, her heart beating ninety miles an hour.
"Why?" She gasps.
Sam laughs, and drags her by her shirtsleeve to the living room. He pulls out his laptop, and looks up an article to explain thunderstorms. He hands the laptop to her, and shows her how to scroll.
She reads the article, and closes the laptop. "Oh"
"Yeah" Sam grins.
"Well, I'm gonna go back to bed then." She sighs, and drifts toward her bedroom.
Sam shakes his head, and goes back to reading his book.
The next morning Lex hops out of bed with a new zeal. She races to the library, and pulls down a book on ancient monsters and spirits. She sits in the floor, and begins to read, soaking up the details like a sponge.
That's where Dean finds her an hour later. He saunters in, and nearly trips over her, but she does not look up.
He stairs down at her for a moment, and then sits in the floor in front of her.
"Earth to Lex, come in Lex..." He says.
She jumps, and closes the book. "Oh good morning." She smiles brightly, "I'm reading about monsters. It's fascinating!"
"I didn't even know you could read." Dean teases.
"Neither did I, until last night." She says seriously, which takes Dean off guard. He keeps forgetting she literally has no experience with being human.
"Are you hungry?" He asks.
She looks down at her stomach for a moment, "Yes." She decides.
"Let's all go out for breakfast this morning." He stands up, and offers her a helping hand.
She takes it, and he pulls her to her feet.
"Hey," Lex says, as they leave the library, "Can we start training today?"
"Sure thing," Dean agrees. "After breakfast."
Dean, Sam, and Lex climb into the Impala, and Dean drives them to a nearby diner. As they stand in line to order, Lex grabs a local newspaper off the stand, in an attempt to quench her newfound thirst for knowledge.
Sam orders for her, and they all head to a booth.
Despite the tempting smell of her French toast, Lex has yet to take a bite. She stares at the third page of the paper, forehead scrunched up with worry. Finally she places the paper on the table, and slides it toward Dean. "Is this 'your sort of thing'?" She asks.
Dean picks up the paper and reads aloud "Freak Accident Takes Three Lives: Group of friends crushed to death while moving couch into new apartment, no fowl play suspected."
"Yeah, that does sound like it may be 'our kind if thing'" Sam says, impressed. "Good catch Lex."
"You found this case, so you're running lead on it." Dean decides. "Let the training begin."
After breakfast, Lex and Dean head back to the bunker, and begin to research the possible case, while Sam heads to the police station to con some poor clerk out of the autopsy report.
Lex and Dean settle into the library of the bunker, and start their research.
"Ok so the first step is to identify the threat. Before we can hunt this thing, we have to know what it is." Dean explains.
"Ok, I think I know this one! I read about it in that monsters and spirits book this morning. It's a poltergeist! It makes perfect sense. Poltergeists like to kill in unusual ways, to gain attention. That's what the book says. I think getting squashed by a couch is unusual." Lex finally stops to inhale.
"Damn." Dean raises his eyebrows. "That's really good Lex. I can't believe you came to that conclusion so quickly. So if it's a spirit, we need to determine who it was when it was still alive. Any ideas?"
"Not really." Lex admits.
"Well, when it comes to spirits, they often haunt the place where they died, so we could look into the history of the house, see if there were any gruesome deaths there." Dean suggests to her. "You need to learn how to use a laptop, now is as good a time as any." He pulls out his own computer and slides it toward her.
She looks at it with trepidation, and touches the keys gently. "What do I do?" She asks.
Dean walks to her side of the table, and leans over her. "So the best place to start is google. Click on that icon right there." He points to the picture.
Lex clicks on the Firefox icon, and looks up at Dean. "What now?"
Dean puts his arms around her, and takes her hands in his. He places them in the correct position on the keyboard.
"Type in google." He instructs.
Lex's stomach jumps, which confuses her a bit, but she manages to locate the right keys.
"Hit enter." He says softly. He is painfully aware of the chemistry between them. He feels like a thousand sparks are shooting up his arms and into his chest.
She complies, and google pops up.
"I did it." She states proudly, and looks up at him. He grins down at her, and the sparks in his chest grow more persistent. He has to blink to break the spell.
"You did." He says, as he grabs a chair, and pulls it up beside her. He shows her how to work the laptop, and pretty soon they locate the article they are seeking.
"Teen boy murdered by his stepfather in the home... That explains it..." Dean murmurs, staring a hole through the computer screen.
"How do we kill him?" Lex asks.
"Huh? Oh... Find his body, salt and burn it." Dean says.
"That's sad." Lex lowers her head.
"Yeah but it'll save lives. Angry spirits can't be reformed." He states, matter-of-factly.
Sam strolls in, carrying a Manila envelope. "Pretty strait-forward death." He says. "I'm thinking poltergeist."
"Timothy Collins." Lex says sadly. "He was just a boy, and his step-dad killed him."
"Oh, well I guess you guys are a step ahead of me." He replies.
At midnight that night the trio packs up the Impala and heads out to the local churches cemetery.
Lex bounces up and down in the seat nervously.
"Calm yourself woman," Sam chuckles.
"I can't," she replies honestly.
When they arrive, they file into the cemetery. The boys each tote a shovel, leaving Lex to carry the gas can, and salt.
She stands guard, while the boys dig.
She is distracted by the sight of muscular shoulders, as they work to remove the dirt.
Being human is weird.
Suddenly she is flung into the hole, on top of the boys.
"What the hell!" Sam says, as he dusts off his pants.
They help Lex up, "Something pushed me!" She grimaces.
Dean feels something drop on his head. He ruffles his hair, and dirt flies everywhere. "What the..." He looks up. Dirt begins to pour into the hole at an alarming speed; the poltergeist is trying to bury them alive.
"Lex the salt!" Sam instructs, as he boosts her back out of the hole.
She grasps for the box of rock salt that she had dropped when she was shoved. Something invisible grabs her by the foot, dragging her back toward the hole.
She pulls with all her might, and manages to grab the box by the tip of her fingers, inching it toward her. When she finally gets a firm grasp, she flings salt in the direction of her invisible assailant, and it releases her ankle.
Sam and Dean dig furiously, reaching the boys coffin in record time. They salt and burn the body, releasing the spirit to move on
Lex sits cross-legged on the ground, examining a scrape on her elbow. "That was...interesting." She sighs.
"Yeah it was." Dean sits beside her. "You did good."
They finally drag themselves back to the bunker, and each take a turn showering the dirt off.
Lex wraps her wet hair into a bun, and tiptoes toward the library. She climbs up onto the shelf, and pulls down the book she had been reading. She sits on the floor, and opens it to the folded page, studying intently.
"You know you do have to sleep sometime, right?" Dean says, startling her.
She stands up, and closes her book. "I'm sorry, it's just there is so much information I want to know." She replies, her eyes shining with excitement. "I know I'm just a guest here, I shouldn't be snooping..."
"Actually I've been meaning to talk to you about that. Sam and I have discussed it, and... we want you to stay. You are a good person, and I think you'll be a great hunter. So, help yourself to the library, because you have to get learnt up." He grins.
"Really?! You want me to live here for good?" She beams.
"We do." He says.
"Well in that case," she grabs several more books off of the shelf, as many as she can carry. A piece of her blonde hair falls out of her bun, and into her face. She looks at it, crossing her eyes. Her hands are full, so she tries to blow it out of the way, but that tactic proves unsuccessful.
Dean smiles, and brushes the strand out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. His hand lingers by her cheek, and she flushes red.
"Thank you." She says softly, studying his eyes.
Suddenly he wraps his hand around the back of her neck, and pulls her face toward his.
He kisses her passionately.
She drops all her books, in shock. He pulls away, and looks into her amber eyes.
"I'm sorry..." He whispers.
"Don't be, that was nice. I just don't know what it means..." She replies truthfully.
"Neither do I." Dean admits.