Restless Heart Syndrome Ch 23/?
Fic title: Restless Heart Syndrome
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: M
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22
Chapter 23: Born to Lose
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.* This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son. I hope you like it!
“Born to lose, was what they said, you know I was better off dead. Born to lose, you're just bad news, you don't get a second chance.”
Dean rolls off of Lexi with a satisfied smirk and stares at the tiled ceiling. He reaches for her, pulls her close and runs his hands down her back. He wishes they could stay like this; her soft body pressed up against his and forget about everything else. This was not what he thought would happen when he got here. Out of all the scenarios that played in his head as he made the seven hour drive down to New Orleans he didn't even consider make up sex. He pictured a lot of crying and heated arguments. All of which ended in Lexi demanding he leave not this incredibly hot sex binge he now found himself apart of.
“What time is it?” Lexi whispers while stretching her arms over her head.
Dean reaches over to the night stand on his side of the bed turning the alarm clock towards him to check the time. “It's seven.”
Lexi throws the sheet off of her and swings her legs out of bed without saying a word. She begins to gather her clothes, her back to Dean. He props up on his elbow while he watches Lexi get dressed with a raised eyebrow. “You going somewhere, Babe?”
“Yeah. Halloween party.”
“You're ditching me for a Halloween party? You seriously rather go to a party than stay in bed with me?”
“I'm not ditching you, you're coming with me.”
“Lex, I don't do costumes.” Dean snorted.
“Yeah, I know,” She turned towards him smiling wearing nothing but the scrap of lace she called panties, “but there's gonna be free beer and food.”
Dean licks his bottom lip gawking at her standing there in just her panties. He's torn. Part of him wants to snatch her arm and pull her back into bed with him but free alcohol and beer is tempting. She smirks at him suddenly, her eyes lit up devilishly, “Oh and I won't object to you dragging me off some place to fuck me either. That would be hot.”
“Why didn't you say that in the first place? Hell I'm in then.”
Twenty minutes later, Dean finds himself standing on the corner of Canal Street waiting for a street car. He doesn't understand why they just can't take the Impala over to the Halloween party. Dean hates public transportation. For one it was slow and two there's always some weirdo or crack head on there staring you down. He says this loudly which gets an eye roll out of Lexi and a detailed explanation on why it's just better that they take the street car tonight. Dean sighs realizing she does have a valid point but it doesn't mean he has to like it.
Once they are finally on the street car, Dean motions for Lexi to take a seat half way down the car. He lets her take the window seat and immediately throws his arm around Lexi's shoulders tugging her closer when he takes his seat. He nuzzles his face into her long brown hair before saying in a husky voice, “You look hot.”
“Thanks. You're not bad looking yourself.” She teases him as she gives his knee a slight squeeze.
“So, where exactly are you dragging me?”
“To the sorority house.”
“This is a sorority party we're going to?”
“Yeah. I'm in the pledge class so I gotta at least make an appearance.”
“Whoa, wait.” Dean eyes Lexi his eyebrows inching up into his hairline. “I'm dating a sorority girl?”
“I'm not in yet.”
“Please, Lex. You're hot and smart. You're in.” Dean tilts his head wiggling his eyebrows at Lexi, “So, are you taking me to show me off to your sorority sisters? Cuz I'd be totally okay with that.”
“Oh yeah. That's exactly what I'm doing. You're my arm candy tonight.”
“Sweet.”
Dean couldn't believe his eyes when he walked through the Sorority house's front door. He had no idea college could be so awesome. The place was packed with hot girls and Dean had to remind himself not to look at one girl for too long unless he wanted to piss Lexi off. He couldn't help it though, he felt like a kid in a candy store. If Dean had known college was like this, well, maybe he would've actually tried harder in school. He really hoped Sammy was enjoying this kinda thing at Stanford but he knew the truth. Truth was, Sammy was more comfortable in some library than at a Greek party. His little brother probably had his nose in some book right now.
Lexi grabbed Dean's hand giving it a slight tug. “Come on, I want to introduce you to some of my friends.”
“Can we get a beer first?”
“Yeah, of course.”
After getting some beer Lexi glanced around the room and started leading Dean over to a group of people. The first person Lexi introduced Dean to was Jackie. To say it didn't go well was an understatement. With one lopsided grin and an innocently made comment from Dean regarding her costume it all went to hell. From that first interaction, Dean had Jackie pegged as a frigid bitch that hated all men because they had a dick.
“Speaking of costumes, what are you supposed to be Dean? A Ken doll?” Dean stared at Jackie and blinked. “Ah, definitely a Ken doll. Hope you're anatomically correct for Lexi's sake.”
Dean bit down on his lower lip as he shook his head. He really wanted to rip into this chick. The fact that she kept glaring at him and throwing snide remarks his way was really starting to piss him off. She was acting more like a jealous ex than a friend in Dean's opinion which made him wonder how Lexi met her in the first place. But instead of asking, he leaned down pressing a kiss to Lexi's cheek and excused himself to go play beer pong with some guys across the room.
The moment he was out of earshot Jackie turned to Lexi with a raised eyebrow, “He's hot Lexi but he's a total douche bag.”
Lexi pursed her lips while shaking her head. She knew she shouldn't be surprised that Jackie didn't like Dean but she was tired of people making assumptions about him. She narrows her eyes then snaps. “Ya know the same could be said about you Jackie. You two are a lot alike and you would've realized that already if you would've bothered to have a conversation with him instead of throwing digs his way. Dean is not a douche bag. You don't know him, I do. There's a lot more to Dean Winchester than meets the eye. Trust me.”
“Whatever but he didn't call you for almost two months.”
“I'm well aware of that fact.”
“And you're okay with that?” Jackie questioned her not bothering to hide the doubt in her voice.
“No, I'm not okay with what he did but we talked about it. Dean explained why he didn't call or come down here right away. He apologized, I forgave him and that's that. We're moving on.”
A few days after the Halloween party, Lexi talked Dean into auditing her American Folklore class. He was kind of interested. He had no idea that they actually had classes like that in college. Well it did prove one thing. John Winchester was wrong. There were useful things being taught at college. For that reason alone Dean decided to tag along.
Dean followed Lexi up the aisle to find a seat not really paying attention where they were going. If he was he would've suggested they sit elsewhere. He groaned when Lexi took the aisle seat which meant he would be sitting between her and Jackie. Jackie was the last person he wanted to sit next to for the next three hours.
Dean listened attentively while the professor began the class by discussing local folklore regarding shape shifters. He found the lore about a Loup-garou interesting but when the professor went on and on about Werewolves Dean couldn't take it anymore. He loved Werewolves and had taken one out when he was sixteen. They were bad ass and this idiot was confusing them with Wendigos. Dean just had to set him straight.
Jackie stared at him smirking when he finished his little lesson stating, “Uh, you act like you've actually seen one. Next time bring me back a paw or something.”
That's the moment when Dean decided this Jackie chick had to be a demon. She had wormed her way into Lexi's life within a few weeks. She asked a lot of questions, particularly about what Dean does for a living. Typical demon behavior you know like act the concerned friend part, gain trust. Well, Dean was not buying it.
Later that night Dean walked down to Frenchmen Street. Lexi had mentioned that Jackie worked in the tattoo parlor on Frenchmen so he decided that he was going to keep an eye on her. He waited across the street patiently for her to come out of the tattoo parlor. Once she came out, he dragged her into the alley slamming her against the wall. “You're going back downstairs, bitch.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh you can cut the college girl act. I know what you are.” Dean pulled out a small black leather book and started reading, “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis!”
“You're fucking whack job!”She growled pushing against his chest to get him off of her.
Dean unscrewed the top of his flash then splashed holy water on Jackie's face. Nothing happened. His eyes widened realizing he just made a huge mistake. He released his grip on her, stepped back and mumbled his apologies. Jackie grabbed his arm before he could get away as she glared up at him. “What the fuck was that all about?” She demanded.
“I thought you were someone else. My mistake.”
“Oh no, you're not getting off that easily. You attacked me! I want the truth!”
Dean gazed down at her intently weighing his options. One, he could just blow her off and walk away hoping she won't call the cops. Two, he could just come clean. He figured the second option was his best bet. Worst case scenario she'd think he was insane. “Fine. I thought you were a demon.”
“You're serious, aren't you?”
“Yup.”
She tilted her head studying him before asking, “You're not a P.I. are you? And your werewolf tirade in class today, you acted like you've really seen one. You have, haven't you?”
“No, I'm not a P.I.” Dean sighed running his hand down his face, “ C'mon let me buy you a drink and I swear I'll tell you the truth.”
“Actually, I'm starving. You can buy me dinner instead.”
Dean nodded then followed Jackie out of the alley. They walked a few doors down to Snug Harbor in silence. Dean wasn't sure what to say. He knew he needed to say something though he just didn't want to dig himself a deeper hole. He flipped through the menu quickly then closed it. He glanced around and smiled.
“Have you ever been here?” Jackie asked him as she closed her own menu.
“No. I always went to Desire Oyster Bar or Johnny Po Boys. This place seems cool though.”
“Well, if you like burgers this place has the best burgers in the city.”
“Awesome.”
The conversation was casual and mostly small talk until half way through the meal. Jackie peered at Dean listening to explain what he really did for a living. It sounded like a lousy way to live to her. She bit down on her lip and decided she was just going to say what was on her mind. “You're a hunter and monsters are real. Ok. I can accept that. Does Lexi know?”
“Yeah, I told her not long after we started going out but you can't tell anyone what I do.”
“I won't.”
Dean took a bite of his burger and stared at Jackie with a raised eyebrow. “You're taking the monsters is real thing awful well.”
“Yeah, well I'm Mexican and grew up with my mom and grandmother telling me El Cucuy was gonna come get me. Plus, they believed in demons. Speaking of which, why did you think I was a demon?”
“You and Lex seemed to become fast friends. Since me and my Dad are hunting this one demon I thought he sent you to get close to Lex to hurt her.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry about attacking you.” Dean mumbled averting his eyes to the table. “The demon we're hunting killed my mom and I...”
“It's cool. I get it. You don't have to explain. You were just trying to protect your girl. Guess I was wrong about you.”
“Yeah, well, I was wrong about you too.” Dean smiled at her before taking a pull off his beer. He put his beer down and tilted his head. “So, you're a tattoo artist. You think you can hook me up with some tatts?”
Genre: SPN Het
Pairing: Sam/ OFC, Dean/OFC (Lexi, played by Eliza Dushku)
Rating: M
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: New town, new school for Sam. It's his fifth high school in three years but John promises it's going to be Sam' s last one. Dean and Sam settle into their new routine and enjoy being normal. A few months after school starts Sam meets Lexi. He could tell she was trouble the moment he laid eyes on her but it's the kind of trouble he's always wanted. Dean feels the same way about the new waitress at the diner.
*This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son.*
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22
Chapter 23: Born to Lose
*Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters belong to kripke. It's his sandbox, I'm just playing with his characters.* This is a prequel to Under Your Skin and Wayward Son. I hope you like it!
“Born to lose, was what they said, you know I was better off dead. Born to lose, you're just bad news, you don't get a second chance.”
Dean rolls off of Lexi with a satisfied smirk and stares at the tiled ceiling. He reaches for her, pulls her close and runs his hands down her back. He wishes they could stay like this; her soft body pressed up against his and forget about everything else. This was not what he thought would happen when he got here. Out of all the scenarios that played in his head as he made the seven hour drive down to New Orleans he didn't even consider make up sex. He pictured a lot of crying and heated arguments. All of which ended in Lexi demanding he leave not this incredibly hot sex binge he now found himself apart of.
“What time is it?” Lexi whispers while stretching her arms over her head.
Dean reaches over to the night stand on his side of the bed turning the alarm clock towards him to check the time. “It's seven.”
Lexi throws the sheet off of her and swings her legs out of bed without saying a word. She begins to gather her clothes, her back to Dean. He props up on his elbow while he watches Lexi get dressed with a raised eyebrow. “You going somewhere, Babe?”
“Yeah. Halloween party.”
“You're ditching me for a Halloween party? You seriously rather go to a party than stay in bed with me?”
“I'm not ditching you, you're coming with me.”
“Lex, I don't do costumes.” Dean snorted.
“Yeah, I know,” She turned towards him smiling wearing nothing but the scrap of lace she called panties, “but there's gonna be free beer and food.”
Dean licks his bottom lip gawking at her standing there in just her panties. He's torn. Part of him wants to snatch her arm and pull her back into bed with him but free alcohol and beer is tempting. She smirks at him suddenly, her eyes lit up devilishly, “Oh and I won't object to you dragging me off some place to fuck me either. That would be hot.”
“Why didn't you say that in the first place? Hell I'm in then.”
Twenty minutes later, Dean finds himself standing on the corner of Canal Street waiting for a street car. He doesn't understand why they just can't take the Impala over to the Halloween party. Dean hates public transportation. For one it was slow and two there's always some weirdo or crack head on there staring you down. He says this loudly which gets an eye roll out of Lexi and a detailed explanation on why it's just better that they take the street car tonight. Dean sighs realizing she does have a valid point but it doesn't mean he has to like it.
Once they are finally on the street car, Dean motions for Lexi to take a seat half way down the car. He lets her take the window seat and immediately throws his arm around Lexi's shoulders tugging her closer when he takes his seat. He nuzzles his face into her long brown hair before saying in a husky voice, “You look hot.”
“Thanks. You're not bad looking yourself.” She teases him as she gives his knee a slight squeeze.
“So, where exactly are you dragging me?”
“To the sorority house.”
“This is a sorority party we're going to?”
“Yeah. I'm in the pledge class so I gotta at least make an appearance.”
“Whoa, wait.” Dean eyes Lexi his eyebrows inching up into his hairline. “I'm dating a sorority girl?”
“I'm not in yet.”
“Please, Lex. You're hot and smart. You're in.” Dean tilts his head wiggling his eyebrows at Lexi, “So, are you taking me to show me off to your sorority sisters? Cuz I'd be totally okay with that.”
“Oh yeah. That's exactly what I'm doing. You're my arm candy tonight.”
“Sweet.”
Dean couldn't believe his eyes when he walked through the Sorority house's front door. He had no idea college could be so awesome. The place was packed with hot girls and Dean had to remind himself not to look at one girl for too long unless he wanted to piss Lexi off. He couldn't help it though, he felt like a kid in a candy store. If Dean had known college was like this, well, maybe he would've actually tried harder in school. He really hoped Sammy was enjoying this kinda thing at Stanford but he knew the truth. Truth was, Sammy was more comfortable in some library than at a Greek party. His little brother probably had his nose in some book right now.
Lexi grabbed Dean's hand giving it a slight tug. “Come on, I want to introduce you to some of my friends.”
“Can we get a beer first?”
“Yeah, of course.”
After getting some beer Lexi glanced around the room and started leading Dean over to a group of people. The first person Lexi introduced Dean to was Jackie. To say it didn't go well was an understatement. With one lopsided grin and an innocently made comment from Dean regarding her costume it all went to hell. From that first interaction, Dean had Jackie pegged as a frigid bitch that hated all men because they had a dick.
“Speaking of costumes, what are you supposed to be Dean? A Ken doll?” Dean stared at Jackie and blinked. “Ah, definitely a Ken doll. Hope you're anatomically correct for Lexi's sake.”
Dean bit down on his lower lip as he shook his head. He really wanted to rip into this chick. The fact that she kept glaring at him and throwing snide remarks his way was really starting to piss him off. She was acting more like a jealous ex than a friend in Dean's opinion which made him wonder how Lexi met her in the first place. But instead of asking, he leaned down pressing a kiss to Lexi's cheek and excused himself to go play beer pong with some guys across the room.
The moment he was out of earshot Jackie turned to Lexi with a raised eyebrow, “He's hot Lexi but he's a total douche bag.”
Lexi pursed her lips while shaking her head. She knew she shouldn't be surprised that Jackie didn't like Dean but she was tired of people making assumptions about him. She narrows her eyes then snaps. “Ya know the same could be said about you Jackie. You two are a lot alike and you would've realized that already if you would've bothered to have a conversation with him instead of throwing digs his way. Dean is not a douche bag. You don't know him, I do. There's a lot more to Dean Winchester than meets the eye. Trust me.”
“Whatever but he didn't call you for almost two months.”
“I'm well aware of that fact.”
“And you're okay with that?” Jackie questioned her not bothering to hide the doubt in her voice.
“No, I'm not okay with what he did but we talked about it. Dean explained why he didn't call or come down here right away. He apologized, I forgave him and that's that. We're moving on.”
A few days after the Halloween party, Lexi talked Dean into auditing her American Folklore class. He was kind of interested. He had no idea that they actually had classes like that in college. Well it did prove one thing. John Winchester was wrong. There were useful things being taught at college. For that reason alone Dean decided to tag along.
Dean followed Lexi up the aisle to find a seat not really paying attention where they were going. If he was he would've suggested they sit elsewhere. He groaned when Lexi took the aisle seat which meant he would be sitting between her and Jackie. Jackie was the last person he wanted to sit next to for the next three hours.
Dean listened attentively while the professor began the class by discussing local folklore regarding shape shifters. He found the lore about a Loup-garou interesting but when the professor went on and on about Werewolves Dean couldn't take it anymore. He loved Werewolves and had taken one out when he was sixteen. They were bad ass and this idiot was confusing them with Wendigos. Dean just had to set him straight.
Jackie stared at him smirking when he finished his little lesson stating, “Uh, you act like you've actually seen one. Next time bring me back a paw or something.”
That's the moment when Dean decided this Jackie chick had to be a demon. She had wormed her way into Lexi's life within a few weeks. She asked a lot of questions, particularly about what Dean does for a living. Typical demon behavior you know like act the concerned friend part, gain trust. Well, Dean was not buying it.
Later that night Dean walked down to Frenchmen Street. Lexi had mentioned that Jackie worked in the tattoo parlor on Frenchmen so he decided that he was going to keep an eye on her. He waited across the street patiently for her to come out of the tattoo parlor. Once she came out, he dragged her into the alley slamming her against the wall. “You're going back downstairs, bitch.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh you can cut the college girl act. I know what you are.” Dean pulled out a small black leather book and started reading, “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis!”
“You're fucking whack job!”She growled pushing against his chest to get him off of her.
Dean unscrewed the top of his flash then splashed holy water on Jackie's face. Nothing happened. His eyes widened realizing he just made a huge mistake. He released his grip on her, stepped back and mumbled his apologies. Jackie grabbed his arm before he could get away as she glared up at him. “What the fuck was that all about?” She demanded.
“I thought you were someone else. My mistake.”
“Oh no, you're not getting off that easily. You attacked me! I want the truth!”
Dean gazed down at her intently weighing his options. One, he could just blow her off and walk away hoping she won't call the cops. Two, he could just come clean. He figured the second option was his best bet. Worst case scenario she'd think he was insane. “Fine. I thought you were a demon.”
“You're serious, aren't you?”
“Yup.”
She tilted her head studying him before asking, “You're not a P.I. are you? And your werewolf tirade in class today, you acted like you've really seen one. You have, haven't you?”
“No, I'm not a P.I.” Dean sighed running his hand down his face, “ C'mon let me buy you a drink and I swear I'll tell you the truth.”
“Actually, I'm starving. You can buy me dinner instead.”
Dean nodded then followed Jackie out of the alley. They walked a few doors down to Snug Harbor in silence. Dean wasn't sure what to say. He knew he needed to say something though he just didn't want to dig himself a deeper hole. He flipped through the menu quickly then closed it. He glanced around and smiled.
“Have you ever been here?” Jackie asked him as she closed her own menu.
“No. I always went to Desire Oyster Bar or Johnny Po Boys. This place seems cool though.”
“Well, if you like burgers this place has the best burgers in the city.”
“Awesome.”
The conversation was casual and mostly small talk until half way through the meal. Jackie peered at Dean listening to explain what he really did for a living. It sounded like a lousy way to live to her. She bit down on her lip and decided she was just going to say what was on her mind. “You're a hunter and monsters are real. Ok. I can accept that. Does Lexi know?”
“Yeah, I told her not long after we started going out but you can't tell anyone what I do.”
“I won't.”
Dean took a bite of his burger and stared at Jackie with a raised eyebrow. “You're taking the monsters is real thing awful well.”
“Yeah, well I'm Mexican and grew up with my mom and grandmother telling me El Cucuy was gonna come get me. Plus, they believed in demons. Speaking of which, why did you think I was a demon?”
“You and Lex seemed to become fast friends. Since me and my Dad are hunting this one demon I thought he sent you to get close to Lex to hurt her.”
“Oh.”
“Sorry about attacking you.” Dean mumbled averting his eyes to the table. “The demon we're hunting killed my mom and I...”
“It's cool. I get it. You don't have to explain. You were just trying to protect your girl. Guess I was wrong about you.”
“Yeah, well, I was wrong about you too.” Dean smiled at her before taking a pull off his beer. He put his beer down and tilted his head. “So, you're a tattoo artist. You think you can hook me up with some tatts?”