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Title: Torn Between Two Lovers
Author: Dee
Chapter: 1/3
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Dean/OFC, Sam/OFC, Dean/OFC/Sam
Genre: Threesome – Angst, Threesome – Drama, Threesome – Episode-Related Scene, Threesome – Established Relationship, Threesome – Hurt/Comfort, and Threesome – Romance
Disclaimer: The title for my navel lint hasn’t arrived yet so please do not sue. This piece is meant for entertainment purposes only with no copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Alex is stuck between Dean and Sam during the year of the Crossroad’s Demon’s deal.
Series: Why We Fight
Author’s Note: I’m getting back to the story line here for a bit here. I figured it would be interesting to see how she reacts to the boys fighting about Sam saving Dean’s life, Dean finally deciding that he wants to try to live and wanted to take a crack at the boys separating like they did during Time Is On My Side. Each of the stories under the Why We Fight Series are one-shots. They do not tie into each other so enjoy them separately. I was inspired to do this one by mrsericszmanda
Spoilers: Season Three episodes; specifically Bedtime Stories, Red Sky at Morning, and Dream a Little Dream.
 
* Then *
 
The gate to hell was closed. Hundreds of demons scoured the Earth since escaping during the few minutes it was open. The Winchesters escaped with their group of hunters intact. Dean, Sam and Alex were a little banged up but none the worse for wear. Bobby and Ellen were fine but shaken. They had a war on their hands, more battles in the near future, and another fight coming within their home.
 
Sam had a feeling something was wrong with Dean when he woke up after his encounter with Jake. He felt Alex’s tension around Dean afterwards. He saw the profound sadness that emanated from his lover but when he asked her about it she just cried into his chest, telling him that she was worried, she almost lost him and it scared her more than anything she’d ever faced. He did his best to comfort her at Bobby’s but she was almost inconsolable. He knew something was wrong, whenever she looked at Dean her eyes would lose their light, their life.
 
Sam knew something was wrong with his family. It only intensified after he faced his adversary and was told that he was dead. Jake said that he killed him. He searched for the truth in Dean’s eyes but his brother was wearing his poker face. Alex, however, her eyes were the windows to her heart and soul. He saw a glimpse of the truth there before she closed the blinds. But Sam saw it.
 
He confronted his brother about it after Dean killed Azazel, after they saw their Dad cross over. Sam was furious. Dean was at peace with his decision. Sam tried to stay angry during the conversation but the look in his brother’s eyes, the pain he tried to hide when he thought of Sam’s deceased body took the fight out of Sam. His brother loved him and did what he thought was best to get him back. Sam now found himself in the same position.
 
The first few months after Sam learned the truth, he allowed Dean to have his fun while he and Bobby secretly researched for a way to save him. His brother spent a lot of time with Alex. He made love to her as often as he could, sometimes when she was unable to go again but Alex never denied her lover. She allowed him to possess her completely, happy to be with him as she always was. It wasn’t until Dean slept or left to get supplies that she would cry.
 
Sam would be there for her then. He’d make love to her, comfort her, or just be there while she stared at her stars with tears streaming from her eyes. They couldn’t live like this, Sam thought. Dean was in denial, Alex was dying inside, and he felt alone and desolate in his quest to do the nigh impossible. He had to bring the life back to his family and that was Dean.
 
* Now *
 
~ Bedtime Stories ~
 
“I don’t understand, Dean,” Sam argues with his brother. “Why not?”
 
“Because I said so,” Dean said in his usual belligerent tone while driving the three of them to the next job.
 
“We’ve got the Colt now.”
 
“Sam.”
 
“We can summon the Crossroads Demon…”
 
“We’re not summoning anything,” Dean interjected quickly.
 
“Pull the gun on her, and force her to let you out of the deal,” Sam continued with his plan, ignoring his brother’s protests.
 
“We don’t even know if that will work.”
 
“Well then we’ll just shoot her! If she dies, the deal goes away!”
 
“We don’t know if that’ll work either, Sam! All you’re pitching me is a bunch of ifs and maybes. And that’s not good enough! Because if we screw with this deal then you die!” Dean yelled while he glared at his little brother.
 
“If we don’t screw with it, you die!” Sam shot back.
 
“Sam, enough! I’m not gonna have this conversation!”
 
“Why? Because you said so?”
 
“Yes! Because I said so!”
 
“Well, you’re not Dad!” Sam regretted the words the moment he said them but he was adamant in his resolve to save his brother.
 
“No, but I am the oldest and I’m doing what’s best. And you’re gonna let this go. You understand me?”
 
Alex sat quietly in the back seat, listening to them argue about something that was important to her just as much as Sam. She’d sell her soul; give her life to any demon if it would get her lovers out of this mess. The thought of losing one gripped her heart in a vice-like fist, the pressure so tight she couldn’t breathe. She’d been living like this for a few months if you could call it living.
 
She watched Dean accept this fate with a strange sense of calm. He threw himself into her completely and while she would never resent her lover for seeking her out as a distraction to his fate, it killed her inside to know these touches, kisses, and sexual outings would be amongst her last with him. She committed every one of them to memory.
 
She watched helplessly while Sam tore himself up inside with guilt and then threw himself obsessively into finding a way out of this for his brother. He tried to do it secretly, not only from Dean but her, to avoid the argument he knew would erupt from it. He did a fine enough job hiding his research from Dean but not her. She found him out within a week.
 
“You aren’t that sneaky, baby,” she winked at him while he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
 
“Alex…”
 
“I won’t tell him, Sammy, but you better be careful,” she took his hands in hers, squeezing them to calm him down. “I don’t want to lose him,” she lowered her tear-filled eyes to the table, focusing on his laptop. “I don’t think I can survive it,” she whispered before she glanced up at him. “But if I lost you both…”
 
“You’re not gonna lose me,” Sam pulled her from her chair to settle on his lap, tucking her head beneath his chin while he held her tight. “I promise you won’t lose me and we’re not gonna lose him,” he whispered into her hair while tears rolled down his cheeks into her hair.
 
She helped Sammy, somewhat reluctantly at first, research ways to save Dean but she was torn. If they didn’t do this just right, if they messed up in the slightest, she could lose them both. Sam swore it wouldn’t happen but she was hesitant to risk it. They were both geniuses in researching the supernatural but they were emotionally invested and that spelt mistakes, mistakes they couldn’t afford to make.
 
Alex covered her eyes to hide her tears while Dean asked his brother about the latest psychotic killer they were up against. She knew he was steering Sam off his course and away from the argument by bringing up the job. Sam didn’t disappoint but he was angry, frustrated to have his ideas brushed aside so casually.
 
Both of her lovers were hardheaded but Dean held the title. She knew Sam wouldn’t let it go because she wouldn’t either no matter how much he bitched. She’d just have to bide her time through the hunt and wait to see what Sam had planned.
 
~*~
 
“Well, Little Sammy Winchester,” the dark-haired woman said with a smile when Sam turned to find her standing in a previously clear area behind him. “I’m touched. I mean, your brother’s been to see me twice, but you…I never had the pleasure. What can I do for you, Sam?”
 
Sam slipped his hand in the waistband of his jeans, pulled the Colt and aims it at her. “You can beg for your life.”
 
“We were having such a nice conversation,” she said with a hint of contempt on her face. “Then you had to go and ruin the mood.”
 
“If I were you, I’d drop the wisecracks and start acting scared,” he cut her off.
 
“It’s not my style,” she smiles once again. Her eyes glance down at the weapon aimed at her before they return to his face. “That’s not the original Colt. Where did you get that?” He doesn’t answer and the demon figures it out on her own. “Ruby. Had to be. She is such a pain in my ass. She’ll get what’s coming to her. You can count on it.”
 
“That’s enough,” Sam snaps at her. “I came here to make you an offer.”
 
“You’re going to make me an offer?” she almost laughed. “That’s adorable.”
 
“You can let Dean out of his deal right now, he lives, I live, you live. Everyone goes home happy or,” he cocks the gun, “you stop breathing. Permanently.”
 
“Oh,” she grins before she laughs daintily. “All this tough talk,” she moves to walk a circle around him. He follows with the Colt still aimed on target. “I have to tell you, it’s not very convincing. I mean, come on, Sam. Do you even want to break the deal?”
 
“What do you think?”
 
“I don’t know,” she turns back to face him. “Aren’t you tired of cleaning up Dean’s messes, of dealing with that broken psyche of his? Aren’t you tired of being bossed around like a snot-nosed little brother? You’re stronger than Dean. You’re better than him.”
 
“Watch your mouth.”
 
“Admit it, you’re here, going through the motions, but the truth is you’ll be a tiny bit relieved when he’s gone,” she taunts him.
 
“Shut up.”
 
“No more desperate, sloppy, needy Dean,” she continues her sweet toned barrage. “You can finally be free.”
 
“I said, shut up,” Sam says in an almost desperate tone as he begins to lose his tenuous grasp on his patience.
 
“Huh,” she smiles at him in wonder. “Doth protest too much if you ask me.”
 
“All right, I’ve had enough of your crap. You let Dean out of his deal right now.”
 
“Sorry, sweetheart,” she shakes her head and walks around him. “But your brother’s an adult. He made that deal of his own free will, fair and square. It’s ironclad.”
 
“Every deal can be broken.”
 
“Not this one,” she glances back at him over her shoulder.
 
“Fine. Then I’ll kill you,” Sam tries to keep his tone level and menacing but it skips a beat. “If you’re gone, so is the deal.”
 
“Ah, guess again,” she shakes her head at him.
 
“What?”
 
“Sam, I’m just a saleswoman. I got a boss just like everybody. He holds the contract, not me. He wants Dean’s soul bad. And believe me, he’s not gonna let it go.”
 
“You’re bluffing.”
 
“Am I? Shoot me, if it’ll get you off, but the deal still holds. And when Dean’s time is up, he’s getting dragged into the pit.”
 
“And who’s your boss?” Sam asks as he lowers the Colt. “Who holds the contract?”
 
“He’s not as cuddly as me, I can tell you that.”
 
“Who is it?”
 
“I can’t tell you,” she nods her head with a more serious look on her face. “I’m sorry, Sam, but there’s no way out of this one…not this time.”
 
A look of hopelessness flashes across Sam’s face as he glances away from her for a moment. He sighs heavily, raises the Colt and shoots her in the head. “I felt you leave our bed. I told you, you’re not that sneaky.” He turns somewhat startled to find Alex emerging from the darkness. “I knew you’d try it no matter how much he argued,” she smiled softly, shaking her head.
 
“Lex…”
 
“Hold on, Sam,” she raised her hand to shush him. “I would’ve done the same thing if I was you. Hell, I would’ve done the same thing period if you didn’t sleep with the damn Colt closer to you than me but you have to think a little more rationally before you go through with a stunt like this again.”
 
“Baby…”
 
“Sam, don’t argue with me,” she shook her head once with finality. “You can win against Dean but not me,” she walked up to stand before him, cupping his cheek when he lowered his head. “We both want the same thing, to save Dean, but not at the cost of you.” She took his face between her hands, looking up into his sad eyes. “We’ll figure this out, baby. I promise,” she whispered in his ear when he bent down, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into the warmth of his chest.
 
~*~
 
~ Red Sky at Morning ~
 
“So, I’ve been waiting since Maple Springs,” Dean said as he drove them on to their next hunt. “You got something to tell me?”
 
“It’s not your birthday,” Sam said casually, hoping this wasn’t going where he knew it was.
 
“No.”
 
“Happy Purim? Dude, I don’t know. I have no idea what you’re talking…”
 
“There’s a bullet missing from the Colt,” Dean snapped angrily. “You wanna me tell how that happened? I know it wasn’t me so unless you were shooting at some incredibly evil cans…”
 
“Dean…”
 
“You went after her, didn’t you? The Crossroads Demon. After I told you not to,” his ‘older brother’ tone came out strong in the stinging comment.
 
“Yeah, well,” Sam said in a dismissive tone.
 
“You could have gotten yourself killed!”
 
“I didn’t.”
 
“And you shot her.”
 
“She was a smart ass.”
 
“So, what? Does that mean I’m out of my deal?” Dean asked hesitantly, almost sounding hopeful.
 
“Don’t you think I might have mentioned that little fact, Dean?” he turned back to look out the windshield. “No. Someone else holds the contract.”
 
“Who?”
 
“She wouldn’t say.”
 
“Well, we should find out who,” Dean scowled at Sam’s profile before he glanced at the road. “Of course, our best lead would be the Crossroads Demon. Oh, wait a minute…”
 
“That’s not funny.”
 
“No, it’s not! It was a stupid freaking risk, and you shouldn’t have done it.”
 
“I shouldn’t have done it? You’re my brother, Dean. And no matter what you do, I’m gonna try and save you. And I’m sure as hell not gonna apologize for it, all right?” Sam glanced over the seat into the back and raised his eyebrows at Alex. “A little help, input, anything would be great. Jump in anytime.”
 
“Don’t involve her in this,” Dean shook his head before he gripped the steering wheel and met her gaze in the rearview mirror. “You’re involved in this!”
 
“Don’t start with me, Dean,” Alex narrowed her eyes on his with a tilt of her head. “And you should cut him a little slack.”
 
“Cut him some slack?” he yelled. “Do you know what’s at stake here?”
 
“I’m not fucking stupid! I know exactly what’s at stake here so don’t play the all-knowing, self-righteous, self-sacrificing brother slash lover act here!” she shouted back at him and slid to the end of the seat until her head was right next to his ear. “In a few months, Sam will be losing his brother, the only family he has left in this world and I’ll be losing the love of my life!”
 
“You have a spare one of those, Lex,” Dean said in a scathing tone, nodding his head towards Sam.
 
“I don’t have a spare brother, you ass!” Sam yelled at him. “And don’t talk to her that way!”
 
“And I’m not prepared to lose half of my heart so give it up, Dean! You can’t force us to stop looking for a way out of this for you no matter how much you do the King Kong pound on your chest routine but I’ll give you this,” she lowered her voice at the end of her rant. “I won’t let Sam get himself killed trying to do this because that would leave you and I in the same place as he and I are now. I refuse to lose either of you.”
 
“But…”
 
“Period.”
 
“Lex…”
 
“This conversation is over!” she growled as she settled back in the seat, crossing her arms over her chest.
 
“She really has your number,” Sam chuckled. “You’re really in love, Dean, because I’ve never seen you lose every argument with one person in my whole life.”
 
“You just had to get her involved,” Dean whispered angrily.
 
“She has just as much to lose as I do, Dean,” Sam lowered his voice, glancing over his shoulder to see her staring out the window. “Perhaps more so,” he whispered when he reflected on the conversation they had when she said she wouldn’t survive Dean’s loss.
 
Sam didn’t know how he would survive the loss of his brother, whether he’d be numb for a while or felt like he’d die without him or make it through like Alex did when she lost Darius but he did know he’d need her to do it. If he lost her too, he’d die for sure.
 
~*~
 
~ Dream A Little Dream ~
 
Dean walked into the room that looked strangely like many hotel rooms he had been in before. A man sat in the dark flicking the table lamp on and off. He looked familiar too but he could only see his back. “Jeremy?” he asked as he moved further into the room. What he saw when the man turned to look at him stunned him beyond words.
 
It was him, Dean, dressed exactly as he was now. His double left the light on and rose from his chair to slowly turn to face him. “Hey, Dean,” he said.
 
“Well aren’t you a handsome son of a gun?” Dean tried for levity but was still nervous by the dark look on his twin’s face.
 
“We need to talk.”
 
“I get it. I get it,” Dean smiled and nodded his head. “I’m my own worst nightmare. Is that it, huh? Like the Superman III junkyard scene, a little mano y mano with myself,” he said as they circled each other.
 
“Joke all you want, smartass, but you can’t lie to me,” his twin looked at him knowingly. “I know the truth. I know how dead you are inside, how worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror and hate what you see.”
 
“Sorry, pal. It’s not gonna work,” Dean shook his head at him. “You’re not real.”
 
“Sure I am, I’m you.”
 
“I don’t think so. Cuz, see, this is my siesta not yours. All I got to do is snap my fingers and you go bye bye,” Dean raised his hand, snapped his fingers and nothing happened. His twin was still there. He snapped again and nothing. He glanced to his side to find Alex standing just inside the door, listening and watching with rapt attention as his worst fears were voiced. He snapped two more times and nothing.
 
His twin shook his head sadly. “I’m not going anywhere. Neither are you.” The door slammed shut across the room and the lock turned by itself. “Like I said,” he lifted Dean’s sawed off gauge to rest on his shoulder, “we need to talk.” He tilted his head at his original as they circled each other again. “I mean you’re going to hell and you won’t lift a finger to stop it. Talk about low self-esteem. Then again I guess it’s not much of a life worth saving, now, is it?”
 
“Come on, Dean,” he whispered to himself while his twin kept talking. “Come on. Wake up.”
 
“I mean, after all, you got nothing, outside of Sam. You are nothing,” he faced him fully to say those words that he knew were painful to hear. “You’re as mindless and obedient as an attack dog.”
 
“That’s not true,” Dean forced a smile on to his face.
 
“No? What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean, your car – that’s Dad’s. Your favorite leather jacket – Dad’s. Your music – Dad’s. Your woman – she’s Sam’s.” Dean glanced at Alex for a moment before he looked back at his twin. He wanted her, he dreamed of her his whole life but he could never have someone like her forever while he followed his Dad’s mission and she followed hers. “Do you even have an original thought? No. No, all there is is ‘watch out for Sammy. Look after your little brother, boy.’ You can still hear your Dad’s voice in your head, can’t you? Clear as a bell.”
 
“Just shut up,” Dean shook his head keeping his smile in place while his anger boiled beneath.
 
“I mean, think about it. All he ever did was train you, boss you around,” he closed the distance between them, “but Sam. Sam, he doted on. Sam, he loved.”
 
“I mean it. I’m getting angry.”
 
“Dad knew who you really were – a good soldier and nothing else. Daddy’s blunt little instrument,” he kept up the barrage and Alex’s tears flowed behind the curtain of her hair. “Your own father didn’t care whether you lived or died,” he yelled at Dean. “Why should you?”
 
“You son of a bitch!” Dean erupted as he pushed his twin across the room into the wall. “My father was an obsessed bastard!” He kicked his doppelganger when he tried to come forward and clubbed him across the face with the shotgun. “All that crap he dumped on me about protecting Sam,” he pinned him to the wall with the gauge against his throat, “that was his crap! He’s the one who couldn’t protect his family!” Dean pulled back clubbing him across both sides of his face in his rage. “He’s the one who let Mom die! Who wasn’t there for Sam! I always was! It wasn’t fair!” he pushed against his windpipe again with the gauge. “I didn’t deserve what he put on me!” he backed up raising the shotgun as he ranted out all the repressed rage and emotion that had been bottled up inside of him. “And I don’t deserve to go to hell!” He fired twice into his chest, watching, as his twin lay sprawled against the wall before he turned to glance at Alex. “You followed me in here after Sam and I told you to stay out of it.”
 
“Dean!” Alex pointed behind him with wide eyes.
 
His double opened his eyes and they were pitch black. “You can’t escape me, Dean! You’re gonna die,” he sat upright, looking up into Dean’s worried face. “And this – this is what you’re gonna become,” he growled out with pure evil in his gaze and tone.
 
Dean backed up as his twin rose to his feet. Before he was fully balanced, Alex jumped in from the side, kicking him hard in the jaw. “She’s got spunk, Dean,” black eyes met black eyes before his ran over her form. “I can’t wait to play with her,” he grinned lasciviously at Alex, making her skin crawl.
 
“You son of a bitch!” Dean screamed as he jumped on to his twin’s chest and beat him mercilessly. “You won’t touch her!” he rained one fist after another on to his face. “You’ll never touch her!”
 
His demonic self laughed even as he was being beaten bloody until suddenly…Dean snapped awake, gasping beside Sam in the car. “Lex?” he said breathlessly, turning to look in the back seat when she didn’t answer. “Where’s Alex?” he asked Sam almost desperately.
 
“I don’t know,” he glanced around the car curiously. “She was supposed to be standing watch while we were in.”
 
“She went in!” Dean yelled as he opened the door and hustled out with Sam following close behind.
 
“What do you mean, she went in?”
 
“She appeared in my vision, dream…whatever the hell it was. Stay here,” he held up his hand while he scouted the surrounding woods. “I’ll find her and bring her back.”
 
“Wouldn’t it be better if we both looked?” Sam asked with his arms outstretched at his sides.
 
“No!” Dean shouted as he disappeared in to the trees. He ran almost aimlessly until he came upon a clearing a few minutes later. She was there, sitting on a fallen log, staring at the stars overhead. “You weren’t supposed to come in there,” he said breathlessly as he sat beside her.
 
“I had to,” she sat up straight, raising her chin in defiance when he loomed over her. “I had to make sure you made it out of there in one piece.”
 
“I don’t like that you saw this,” he said with a glance over his shoulder. “I don’t like that I saw this,” he mumbled when he thought of his dead counterpart, “but I especially don’t like you knowing this,” he turned his attention back to her. “You know things that I’ve kept buried from myself for as long as I can remember, things I didn’t want to face and now you know my fears of what’s coming.”
 
“We all have to face our inner demons sometime, Dean. No pun intended,” she smiled shyly before her mood sobered. “You and I carried a heavy burden for a long time, looking after our little brothers, keeping them from harm. That job was placed on you by your father, I took mine freely and hated every minute of it.” She lowered her gaze to the ground, clearing her throat before she met his gaze. “I loved Darius, don’t get me wrong, but I always wanted a normal life, to be a normal girl, fall in love, get married with two and a half kids and a dog. It wasn’t in the cards for me,” she shrugged her shoulders. “I got shafted with this life just like you.”
 
“You are a lot stronger than me,” he took her shoulders in his hands and stared deep into her eyes. “I don’t know if I would’ve been able to take this mission on myself if my Dad didn’t make me promise first, if he didn’t push me every second for years as I grew up. You did it on your own. I just wish…”
 
“What?”
 
“That you didn’t lose Darius,” he said softly while he stroked her jaw line with his thumbs. “All of this, everything you’ve been through would’ve meant so much more if the reason you were fighting was still beside you.”
 
“I won’t deny that it would be nice to have my little brother around but I kept fighting after he died for a different reason,” she moved from his touch, made her way over to a dead tree and stared at him in curiosity. “I went with the notion that it was revenge but after meeting you and Sam, I realized I was doing what was right. I’m helping people even if they don’t know it.” She glanced up at him when he grabbed her shoulder and allowed him to pull her away from the gnarled wood. “I believe you would’ve done the same even if your father never instructed you to do so.”
 
“You do, huh?” he smirked as he held her upper arms and held her obsidian gaze. “I think you put too much faith in me, Lex. I’d stay as far away from this business as I could if I had a choice or a chance. I’d live like one of the sheep that doesn’t have a clue and you should have your normal life.”
 
“So you’re saying that I should’ve given up after Darius died,” she leveled a knowing look at him. “But if you hold us to the same standards then you would’ve walked away after Sam died, you didn’t,” she tilted her head, looking at him sideways with a pouting lip. “You were lost without him and did what you had to to get him back.”
 
“Hence the reason that I’m in this mess,” he agreed with a shrug of his shoulders.
 
“But you did it,” she said seriously. “Do you really think that I didn’t know about the Crossroads Demon?” she asked with narrowed eyes until his widened in understanding. “I could’ve made the same deal but I didn’t and not because of some holier than thou, I would never sell my soul reason either. I didn’t do it because my brother wasn’t worthy of my soul. He killed himself and if I brought him back he would do it again. No,” she shook her head, averting her gaze. “I was better off going on and fighting without him. I could get myself killed just fine on a job and not lose my soul to the pit for nothing.”
 
“Lex…”
 
“I don’t need reassurances or comforting words from you right now,” her dark eyes snapped back to pierce his. “My brother was weak, like I told you before, and I wouldn’t sell my soul for someone who isn’t worthy of it but I’d sell it in a second for you or Sam,” she whispered with absolute certainty in her eyes. “You two are worthy of such a sacrifice.”
 
“Don’t say such a thing!” his hands gripped her arms as his anger rose. “I’d never want you to go to the pit for me and neither does Sam. Promise me you’ll never do it, Lex!”
 
“I can’t do that, Dean,” she shook her head, holding his gaze steadily.
 
“I swear if you ever make a deal for me I will put a bullet in my head the second my eyes open,” he grated out of clenched teeth, staring daggers into her eyes. “I’ll do it, Lex! I lost my Dad because he gave himself up for me. I won’t lose you too! Now promise me!”
 
“You’re an insufferable ass!” she shouted after a few minutes of their stand off.
 
“Yeah,” his temper abated as he slid a hand into her hair, gripping its mass in his hand as he rested his forehead against hers. “But you love me anyways.”
 
“Don’t ask me why but I do,” she sighed before she pulled back to look up at him. “Can we get the hell out of here now?”
 
“You never should’ve come in here,” he mumbled with a mock frown, repeating his earlier words to her.
 
“I didn’t want you two alone and I wanted to get a peek at the inside of your head like Sam,” she wagged her eyebrows with a smirk. “Interesting shit you have in here,” she tapped his forehead with her index finger.
 
“You realize I consider this breaking one of my rules, don’t you?” he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, walking them towards the car with a grin when she tensed beside him.
 
~*~
 
The Colt was gone and with it the main weapon they used in the war against the demons that escaped the gate. It affected the guys more than Alex since she never had the advantage of using the special gun that killed demons during her solo mission but she felt their tension even as they loaded their gear in the trunk.
 
“Sam…” Dean said hesitantly after they got into the car.
 
“Yeah?”
 
“I’ve been doing some thinking and…well, the thing is…I don’t want to die,” Dean kept his eyes on the steering wheel even as he felt his brother’s gaze on him. “I don’t want to go to hell.”
 
“All right, yeah,” Sam nodded his head, keeping his eyes on his brother. “We’ll find a way to save you.”
 
“Okay, good,” Dean glanced at Sam, nodding his head. All the while he pictured those black eyes in his head along with that growl of a voice. ‘You can’t escape me, Dean! You’re gonna die, and this – this is what you’re gonna become.’
 

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mrsericszmanda
May. 13th, 2008 10:55 pm (UTC)
Dee, I'm speechless one more time.
It was a very great idea of yours writing Alex into the storyline.
That really didn't occur to me when I mentioned Mytery Spot.
You've delighted me once again. And it's still more delighting that there will be more parts.

Can't wait to see how Sam and Alex get Dean out of the deal. Well, or if they even manage to do it.

Of course Dean had to be stubborn at first not filling Alex in. He's hopeless.
But he should have known that she would find out about everything eventually
and try to help.
And now he must admit that Alex understands him better than he thought.

*hugs*


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Stargate Atlantis, Supernatural, Ronon Dex, John Sheppard, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, and the high-flying Jeff Hardy!

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