*knock knock*
Lex opens her eyes, and cringes. The side if her face is sore, and her eyes are poofy from crying herself to sleep.
"Come in." She croaks.
The door swings open gently, and Dean walks in. "Sorry to wake you." He whispers. "It's getting pretty late and I was worried. You ok?"
"My face hurts, and my throat is dry." She responds.
"Wait here." He says.
A few moments later, he comes back in, carrying a bag of ice, a glass of water, and two ibuprofen. "This should help." He says.
She takes the pills, gulps down the whole glass of water, and flops back onto her pillow.
Dean brushes her hair out of her face, and lays the ice pack gently on her bruised cheek. "I'm sorry this happened to you."
"I'm glad you were there." Lex responds, placing her hand on the ice bag, so Dean can let go.
"I'll let you rest now." He replies. "Let me know if you need anything."
He leaves the room closing the door behind him.
An hour later Dean hears a gentle thumping coming from somewhere in the bunker. He walks down the hall, following the sound to the workout room.
Lex is taking swings at a punching bag. She stops every few hits to rub her raw knuckles, then she starts up again.
Dean walks over to her, and grabs her wrist, before she can do anymore damage to her soft hands.
"What are you doing?" He asks, letting her hand drop to her side.
"I want to learn how to fight." She says softly. "I...need to."
"I agree. But you're doing it all wrong." He points out. "First off, you need to protect your knuckles. They won't be much good to you if you wear em' down to the bone." He walks over to a shelf at the far end of the room, and comes back holding a pair of boxing wraps.
"Hold out your hands. Flat like this." He shows her.
She holds her hands out, and studies Dean's face, as he wraps her hands tightly.
"Now," he instructs. "Hit the bag."
She swipes the bag, and smiles. "Much better."
"Yeah if you want to break your wrists." Dean replies. He grabs her hand, and positions her wrists strait. "Like this:" he demonstrates in slow motion, so that she can get the idea.
She takes another swing, this time correctly.
"That's good." Dean commends her. "Now I want you to run this drill for half an hour, ok?" He demonstrates.
Right jab,Left jab, Right hook high,Left hook low,Upper cut right, Upper cut left
Lex follows his instructions flawlessly, repeating the drill over and over.
When she is finished, sweat drips down her face, but she looks proud.
"Good job." Dean says. "Meet me back here tomorrow, 6 a.m., for your next lesson." He leaves the room. As he walks down the hallway, he hears her start up again.
*thump...thump thump...thump*
He grins to himself, and heads for the kitchen.
"When are you going to tell her?" Sam says, catching Dean off guard.
"Jeezus dude, sneak up on a guy why don't ya?" He replies.
"Answer the question."
"I don't know Sam. She's been through a lot. I want to give her time to heal, and make decisions for herself." Dean defends himself.
"Decisions like dating Shane?" Sam asks.
"I'll tell her soon."
...
Lex wakes up early in the morning, excited. She leaves the bunker to go on her morning run, and then prepare for the day's training.
It has been nearly a month since Dean began to teach Lex to fight, and she enjoys the sessions more and more, especially as they become increasingly physical.
Something about the chemical reaction every time their flesh makes contact sets all her senses on edge.
When she reaches the gym, Dean is already there, hard at work. She leans on the doorframe, and watches as he pounds on the punching bag with ridiculous skill. His muscles ripple, and sweat drips off his nose.
Lex ignores the gentle tugging in her stomach, and wonders to the corner of the gym that is set up for stretching.
She sits in the floor, and stretches grabbing the tips of her toes.
"Morning sunshine." Dean says, and walks over to her.
"Hiya." She replies, sitting up strait and extending her arms over her head.
"You ready?" He asks.
"Yup!" She jumps up, and raises her fists.
"Come at me." He smiles raising his arms invitingly.
Lex grins, and approaches him. She swings and he blocks with his forearm.
They fall into their regular routine of sparring. Her progress is evident, as she gets several decent hits before Dean knocks her on her ass.
"Again." She says, and bounces back up.
"Glutton for punishment..." He says and raises his fists again.
They begin all over, and this time Lex gets the upper hand. Dean swings at her, and she ducks, swiping her leg under his, and knocking him down.
"Woo!" She says, jubilant. This is the first time she has been able to take Dean down. He runs his arms into the back of her knees, causing her to fall beside him.
"Oww. Jerk." She rolls on her back and laughs.
Dean rolls on his side, and grins. "Most important rule of fighting in the real world. It ain't over 'til it's over."
"Are you suggesting I kill you?" Lex asks, a rotten smirk adorning her face, as she starts to get up.
"Oh like you could." He replies, placing his index finger on her forehead, and pushing her back on the mat.
"You're mean." She gripes.
"Am I?" He stands up, and offers her his hand. She brushes it away, and jumps back up.
"Again." She demands.
"You're killing me woman." He groans.
They start again, the same as the other times, but somehow different. They don't speak or joke as they fight. It becomes more intense; as they match each other blow for blow.
Finally Lex swings around and grabs Dean around the neck. His shoulders ripple as he tries to pull her off, which distracts her. He breaks the lock and pulls her around. Then he flips her and pins her to the mat, holding her arms above her head.
Lex pants, and looks up into Deans shockingly green eyes. She can't resist anymore. All the desires she has subdued since he first kissed her flow over.
It doesn't matter that the kiss meant nothing to him.
She wants him.
She counters his pin, putting him on his back. "It ain't over 'til it's over." She reminds him.
Then she leans over him, and kisses him. He closes his eyes and groans, kissing her back roughly. He pulls her on top of him so that she is straddling him, and sits up.
She wraps her arms around him and kisses him again. His hands run down her back, tracing her spine. Her back arches...
Suddenly an angry voice interrupts. "These humans have seen too much. They have to die."
Lex's eyes shoot open, and she inhales. Dean's lips run down her throat to her collarbone.
"I am needed." She gasps.
"Now?" Dean asks.
"Yes. I'm sorry. I won't be long. Send Cas." She vanishes.
"It's about fucking time." Sam says from the doorway. "I thought I was gonna have to light a fire under your ass."
"Oh shut up you creeper." Dean grimaces. "Cas I need you."
"Hi there." Cas says, looking down at Dean.
"Lex went after some angels. Do you mind?"
"Of course not." Cas disappears.
...
"Amos and Danielle you are called forth to be judged." Alexandros voice rings out.
The two offending angels turn toward her, allowing the humans that cowered before them to scurry out the front door of the shack where they had been held captive.
Instead of the usual look of terror Alexandros was accustomed to seeing in her defendants, the angels smile maliciously.
"Alexandros." Danielle says darkly. "We were hoping you would come."
"Why is that?" Alexandros asks. "Do you have a witness on your behalf?"
"Sort of." Amos replies. Suddenly the room is full of black-eyed demons, all standing behind her. "The thing is, you've kind of been hampering my work. But you only have the power over angels, and luckily for us demons are notoriously greedy. We only had to offer them a soul a piece for the job of putting you down like the bitch you are."
A demon approaches, and clamps Lex's wrists together with steel cuffs.
"They may kill me," She says, "But that won't save you."
She snaps her fingers, and both the angels' heads explode, sending brains and blood everywhere.
She turns to the demons. "Aw. Who will pay you now?" She asks with false sympathy.
The demons rush at her, but she manages to kick a now ownerless angel blade into her still-cuffed hands.
She twists her body, and kicks one of the demons in the head, knocking him to the floor. She straddles him, and stabs him in the throat. He lights up, and his life flickers away.
Lex smiles.
When she fought with Dean it was different, softer. After all, he was a very distracting opponent.
But now that she is ready to kill, she fights with deadly precision and force. All the training has definitely paid off.
Another comes behind her, trying to pull her back, she thrusts the blade past her waist, and into his sternum. His body slides off of her, and onto the dirty floor.
She backs up, and let's out a guttural scream, before running at the nearest demon. He tries to jump out of her way, but she swings her cuffed wrists around his neck, and slams his face into her knee. She jabs the knife down into the back of his neck, letting him fall face forward to the ground.
She is now next to the open door. She dashes out, and strait into Castiel's waiting arms.
Cas takes one look at her blood-spattered face, and vanishes, taking her with him.
They appear back in the bunkers gym, where Dean and Sam still stand waiting.
"What happened?!" Dean demands.
"It was a trap. There were demons waiting for me." Lex explains.
"Take us back." Dean instructs, eyes ablaze with anger.
Cas touches Lex's manacles, and they fall off, clanking to the ground. She still grasps the angel blade with all her might, breathing heavily.
They appear back outside the shack. Demons are scouring the area for Lex.
"Over here assholes!" Dean shouts.
The demons turn, and flock toward them. Dean, Sam, and Cas rush forward, meeting them halfway. Blades clash, and red lights flicker reflecting off the metal siding of the building. Within seconds, all the Demons lay dead; save one.
Dean stands over him, holding Sam's demon blade. "I'm gonna let you live. I want you to tell the rest of your trash buddies, and any other angel who might think that this is a good idea; that Alexandros is with the Winchesters. You mess with her, we WILL bring you down."
The demon scurries away, and Dean turns to Lex, but she is gone.
"Lex?!" He says, alarmed.
"In here!" She calls, from the shack.
They file into the shack, and Dean glances around at the general carnage. "You did this?" He says, eyebrows raised.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I guess so." Lex responds absently. She is poking through the gooey mess of what is left of Danielle. Finally she spots what she is looking for, and pulls it out of the debris.
She wipes it off on her pant leg, and hands it to Dean. "Here, these come in handy."
Dean holds the angel blade up, and admires it. "Hey, thanks Lex." He grins.
Once they arrive back at the bunker, Lex heads to her bathroom, and attempts to wash the crusted blood off her face. She looks at her hair and sighs, deciding a shower is best.
Her tense muscles relax, as the warm water washes over her. Once she finally feels clean again, she hops out of the shower, wraps a fluffy towel around her, and walks out of the bathroom. She nearly has a heart attack. Dean is sitting cross-legged on her bed, freshly showered, wearing jeans and a white tank top.
"Hey, I just wanted to check on you. You aren't hurt are you?" He says, as he climbs off the bed, and stands over her.
"No, I'm ok." She replies. "Your training really paid off today."
"Good." He says softly, wrapping his arms around her waist, and touching his forehead to hers. "I don't know what I would do if something happened to you."
"So, that kiss...the first one...it did mean something to you?" She says, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Of course it did." He whispers into her ear. "It meant I love you."
"Then why did you say it meant nothing?" She sniffs.
"Because I'm an idiot, and I was... am scared. You are so pure, and perfect, and I'm so... Not. Lex my past...I was afraid you would get to know me... and hate me..."
She places a finger on Dean's lips, effectively silencing him. "Dean, I've seen your past, and I've seen your mind. Your love for humanity, your love for your family, and your friends...you are beautiful and you are pure. You have made mistakes, and you have made amends. Your soul shines. And I love you."
Deans closes his eyes as Lex speaks.
Her opinion of him is ludicrous, but it means everything to him. He looks up, and see's that soft tears are still trickling down her face. He wipes them off of her cheeks with his thumbs, and lifts her face up so he can look into her eyes. He smiles, and leans down, kissing her passionately.
Lex throws her arms around his neck, and returns the kiss enthusiastically.
She stops suddenly, and pulls out of his embrace. She pushes him back onto her bed, so that he falls onto his back. His eyes are wide, as she climbs on top of him, allowing her towel to slide down her body.
Dean feels all the breath leave his lungs, as he drinks her in. She leans over, and kisses him again. He sits up, and runs his hands up her bare back. He kisses her neck, and down her shoulder. She shivers, and slides her hands under his shirt, and up his torso, pulling the tank over his head, and tossing it in the floor.
She kisses the soft part of his neck where his jawline meets his ear, and a groan escapes his lips.
Dean lifts her up, and lays her on her back, leaning over her. His lips trail down her body, and his hand runs up her inner thigh, causing her back to arch.
"Ohhh my god." She inhales sharply.
"Leave your dad out of this." He chuckles, causing her to smack him in the back of the head.