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Title: Torn Between Two Lovers
Author: Dee
Chapter: 3A/3D
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.
Spoilers: Season Three episodes; specifically Time is on my Side and No Rest for the Wicked.

Dean stood against the wall just inside Alex’s gym, watching his lady lift weights. She had bought them a riverside cabin on a few acres of property in White Sulfur Springs, Montana after the incident with the Trickster. Alex insisted that they have a home to retire to during their downtime on the job. It had been too many years since any of them had a home. It felt nice to have this semblance of normalcy.

She had been working out non-stop once she recovered from her wounds. It was becoming an obsession that worried both him and Sam. Dean ran his eyes over the length of her body, taking in the sharp detail of her muscle tone.

She was as beautiful as ever but the look in her eyes had changed; she seemed a little darker, but fought to keep it at bay. She couldn’t hide it from him or Sam if she tried, they knew their lover too well. Her nightmares were a testament to how she still suffered from their ordeal of his many deaths. It pained Dean to see her so caught up in perfecting herself so that she could defend and fight for him and Sam to the bitter end.

“You plan on keeping this up much longer?” he crossed his arms over his chest, giving her a pointed look when she glanced at him.

“I’ve got five minutes left on my schedule,” she grunted while she bench-pressed the bar of weights off of her chest.

“You know what I mean, Lex,” he said in aggravation. “You spend half the day in here.”

“I have a lot of time to make up for,” she lifted the bar, placing it back within the cradle of the bench. “Besides, you’ve got just a handful of days left and I’ve got to be at my best when the time comes,” she snatched a towel from behind her, covering her eyes when they watered from pent up anxiety.

Dean sighed heavily when he saw her body quake with her silent sobs. He crossed the distance between them, took her hands and pulled her to her feet. “Come here, baby,” he lifted her slight form in his arms, cradling her against his chest before he walked them to the shower nearest the makeshift gym.

He set her gently down on the vanity, turning to run the water in the stall. When he turned back to her, his heart broke to see how desolate her eyes looked. Without a word, he untied the knot that held her sports bra together before he slipped her off the vanity and stripped off her shorts.

He steered her into the stall under the cool water, allowing her to lower her body temperature. A few moments later, he joined her. Dean washed her sun-kissed skin with reverence, mapping every contour of her body to memory with his touch.

Alex braced her hands on the wall just under the showerhead, reveling in his sweet caress. She turned, tilting her head back under the stream of water, letting it slick back her long black tresses before her dark eyes fixed him with her gaze.

“Dean…”

“Shh,” he whispered against her lips before he kissed her, running his fingers into the heavy mass of her wet locks. “I’d give anything for you to absorb me into your skin, carry me around with you forever,” his breath ghosted across her ear while his free hand traveled down her back. “I could live through you, in you for an eternity and be happy.”

“Dean,” she choked out, looking up into his eyes with tears streaming down her face, mixing with the water.

“Don’t, baby,” he hushed her with a quick kiss. “Just be with me forever,” his hands gripped her buttocks, lifting her to grind his erection against her pubic bone. “I don’t care about tomorrow or the day after as long as I have you,” he whispered against her lips while he slid his length slowly into her welcoming depths. “I don’t care what happens to me in a few days as long as I know you love me and carry me around in your heart.”

Alex held on to his broad shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist while he gently but erotically pumped in and out of her pussy. She rested her forehead against his, breathing heavily through her mouth while they kept eye contact. The closer the day of his deal came; the more she made a point of looking into his eyes when they made love. “I love you, Dean,” she gasped when his length brushed her cervix. “I’ll love you and keep you with me forever, in my heart, where you’ll be safe and cherished like you should be.”

“I love you too, Lex,” he said in between kisses. “I’ll love you forever no matter where I end up,” he kissed his way down her neck while his balls slapped against her ass with each thrust. “Cum for me, baby,” he looked back into her eyes when he felt her body begin the tiny convulsions that would soon build to her climax.

“Dean…”

“Look me in the eyes, Lex,” he grunted as his cock began to swell within her. He stared deep into those obsidian eyes while he drove up into her in faster, harder strokes. She keened loudly before her orgasm swept through her entire being. “Uhh, God!” Dean groaned at the top of his lungs when she clamped down on his shaft, pulling him along with her. “Damn, Lex,” he gasped against her shoulder. “I love you so much, baby,” he struggled to speak while his body still trembled against hers.

“I love you more than life, Dean,” she glanced into his eyes with everything she felt reflecting in those glistening orbs that he loved so much.

“Uh, excuse me,” Sam cleared his throat from the doorway until they turned their attention to him. “I have an idea.”

~*~

They lost the Colt forever when Bela turned it over to the demons as part of her deal to save herself from the pit. When she failed to kill the Winchesters, she reneged on the last part of the deal to spare her life and was taken by the hounds.

Alex laughed uncontrollably while they listened to Bela die over the phone.

Alex was still sore at Dean for leaving Sam to deal with the alchemist so that he could chase after a slim possibility of retrieving the Colt. As much as she wanted the old weapon to aid them in the fight to save Dean from the pit, it went against everything she believed in to leave Sam alone on the job.

The chances that Bela still had the Colt were slim to none. She told him so but he refused to listen and that left Alex with a difficult choice, going with Dean or staying with Sam. She decided to follow her headstrong lover but as soon as it was determined that Bela had in fact no longer possessed the gun, Alex left without Dean to return to Sam’s side. She returned just in time to save his life.

Dean was a few moments behind her, arriving in time to see her free Sam, to see his brother hug her and give her a look that he must have given her several times during the months without him because it was silent yet spoke volumes. It said, ‘I can always count on you’ and so much more. For an instant, Dean felt a tinge of jealousy. He had always been the one that was there for his little brother but for an undetermined amount of time, it was Alex that was there, not him.

Dean stood at the door, watched her disable Doc Benton, free Sam and keep the old alchemist contained while she shot him a dirty look over her shoulder. She was angry with him but surprised him when she argued with Sam a few moments later. Alex backed up Dean’s decision to refuse to use the alchemist’s practices to save his life. It shocked Sam that she sided with Dean; he could see the hurt in his brother’s eyes when she helped bury ‘the mockery of life’, as she called Benton, along with his journal of arts.

“Do you really want to see him live like that, baby?” she held Sam’s face between her palms, staring into his tear-filled eyes. He silently shook his head no. “It’s not really living, is it, love?”

“No,” he whispered.

“We’ll find another way,” she kissed him softly on his parted lips. “I promise, we’ll find another way.”

Dean left them alone to comfort each other.

Alex gave Dean a rash of shit before they packed up and left town. She was beyond pissed that he left Sam, that she went with him, and that she barely got back in time to save him. He was sufficiently humbled by her anger and protective nature over Sam. He knew from the ordeal with the Trickster and how she acted afterwards that Alex would protect Sam no matter what and against anything they came up against once he was gone.

He didn’t have much time left and there was one thing Dean wanted to do for Alex, one thing he wanted to see before it ran out. He’d already made the call, now he just had to cross his fingers that his guest would arrive at their prearranged lodgings before they did.

Dean hid his smile while Alex shouldered her bag, leaned against the door and cursed beneath her breath when her key wouldn’t open the lock on the cabin. “Damn this thing,” she burst out before the door swung inwards, leaving her sprawled on the front step.

“I seem to remember you being more graceful on your feet in the past, cousin,” came an accented voice. Alex looked at the bare feet before her, ran her wide eyes up the muscled denim clad legs and took the offered hand up. “I guess you lost your touch since you’ve been away,” he pulled the startled woman into a hug with a huge smile on his face.

“Kevin?”

“It’s me, Lex,” he pulled back, staring down into her tear-filled eyes and at her trembling lip. “How’ve you been, darlin?”

That one question broke the dam on her tears. Kevin picked up his long-lost cousin, carried her over to the bed, and sat with her cradled on his lap. He introduced himself to her companions since words still eluded her. “So, the three of you travel around hunting demons together then?” he asked after he found out from Sam how they met Alex and what they did since. “I knew something was out there after the whole ordeal with Darius but demons? Damn, I can’t believe the three of you are demon hunters.”

“Yeah,” he answered uncomfortably. “You could say that.”

“I get the feeling there’s something else to say, Sam,” Kevin said with a raised brow before he glanced at Dean. “What’s going on between you three?”

“We’re, uh,” Dean trailed off.

“They’re my lovers, Kevin,” Alex spoke up, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “You heard me,” she cut off her cousin before he could protest. “I love them both and I don’t need to justify it to you or defend it for that matter. I belong to them, with them and there’s nothing else to say on the subject,” she rose off of his lap, retrieved her bag, and moved to set out her gear on the table.

“We’ve got a history,” Sam tried to smile but the awkwardness of the situation had him squirming in his seat.

“So I gathered,” Kevin’s voice took on the protective older sibling tone. “Care to explain?”

“Not Sam, Kev,” Alex called out from the table. “We’re on a strict timeline and I need him. Come here, love.”

“Excuse me,” Sam smiled at her cousin before he grinned at his brother. “I’ll leave you two to talk.”

“Thanks,” Dean mumbled at Sam as he passed to join Alex at the table. “So, Alex told me all about you and your brothers. Well, the parts I didn’t know about already.” Dean saw the stern look on Kevin Von Erich’s face, swallowed heavily, and met his gaze. “Okay, I’ll fill you in on what’s going on with us although it might take longer than I have.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I’ll explain that too.” Dean spent the next several hours laying it all on the line for his love’s cousin. He went through his and Sam’s past, their meeting with Alex, how they got together, how and what they hunted, his deal and how little time he had left.

“So, the demon that killed my aunt and gave Darius telepathy is the same one that killed your mother and gave Sam his visions?” Kevin asked with his mouth gaping open in wonder. “He’s the reason Lex has been wandering the world for years, not able to come home?”

“Yep.”

“Glad you killed the son of a bitch.”

“Yeah,” Dean laughed at Kevin’s use of his favorite line. “Me too.”

“I’m sorry that you were stuck in the position of making that deal, Dean. I can’t imagine selling my soul like that, I mean really selling it to an actual demon. I would’ve for any one of my brothers if I knew it was real,” Kevin shook his head before he glanced at his cousin. “To think, Lex could’ve done the same for Darius if she’d known.”

“She knew, Kevin,” Dean whispered until the older man snapped his attention back to him. “She wouldn’t do it, not for him anyways.”

“Oh,” Kevin lowered his head for a second before reality and understanding struck him. “Oh! Because he…” Dean nodded his head slowly. “I guess I can understand her reasoning but how about now with you?”

“I won’t let her.”

“Good,” he nodded his head. “Not for you but don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to see my only living relative besides my kids die like that. She hasn’t even met her nieces and nephews yet and now she’s going into this big battle,” Kevin dropped his tear-filled eyes to his lap. “We never gave her a chance to meet any guys when she was growing up. Kerry and I kept all the guys away with the threat of impending death,” he laughed, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “She loves you and your brother, huh?”

“Yeah and we love her,” Dean answered with it shining in his eyes. “She was…untouched before us and she chose both of us. You know, she even gave us our first home since we were kids. She got us a place in Montana to call home in between jobs. It was hard to leave it knowing I might not ever see it again.”

“A little less than two days,” Kevin rubbed his eyes with his palms, running his fingers into his blond hair and holding his head. “What’s she gonna do if she loses you? I know she loves you enough to die for you. What will become of her if they don’t find a way?”

“I called you for a specific reason other than the fact that you’re the only family she has left. I want you to be there for her when this is over,” Dean clasped his hands before him, glancing over his shoulder at Alex and Sam before he looked back at Kevin. “In case this goes south, I need to know you’ll look after her and Sam for me.”

“Dean, she’s my cousin. I’d do anything for her now that she’s back in my life and I owe you for that,” he reached out, took Dean’s hand and shook it. “I hope with all my heart that it doesn’t come to that but I’ll be here for them both no matter what.”

“Baby, Sam and I need to go out for some supplies,” Alex said as she rose up from her seat. “I assume you are staying nearby?” she asked as she glanced at her cousin.

“Dean has me bunking with Bobby in the next cabin,” he answered through a tight throat.

“Then I’ll see you soon,” her voice lightened when she saw the sadness and worry in her cousin’s eyes.

~ No Rest for the Wicked ~

He is running frantically through the woods, fleeing from the hellhounds. Suddenly he stops, confronted with a hound that has cut in front of him. He stands for a few seconds, looking at it. Dean suddenly turns on his heel and runs back the way he came from, the hellhound on his trail. Suddenly it trips him up, he falls on the ground and screams when it tears into him. The last thing he feels is the warmth of his blood spatter on his face.

Dean wakes up, breathing heavily from the terror of his dream. He blinks a few times and then looks down at the book he had fallen asleep on. It's open to a page about the hellhounds, with a picture of them, and they're not the prettiest things you've seen. Faces made out of human bodies.

“Dig up anything good?” Sam asks as he and Alex walk in.

“No,” Dean closes the book and shakes his head a bit, not looking up at him. “Nothing good.”

“Well, Bobby has finally with Alex’s help.”

“Yeah?” Dean casts his gaze at his silent lover. She won’t even meet his eyes, so engrossed in her efforts to help Sam save him.

“Yeah,” Sam hesitantly answers as he watches Alex pull out her sword and the kit she keeps for sharpening the blade. “A way to find Lilith.”

“Oh. With just uh,” Dean looks at his watch, “thirty hours to go.” He smiles at Sam for a second, trying to alleviate the tension in the air. “Hey, why don't we just make a TJ-run, yeah? You know…some senoritas, cervezas uh- we could... What's Spanish for "donkey show"?”

“You mention senoritas again and you won’t have to worry about Lilith,” Alex grumbled while she slid the wet stone along the edge of her blade.

Sam chuckled softly with a glance at his lover. “So, if we do save you...” he turned his attention back to his brother with raised brows, “Let's never do that.”

“Yeah.”

“Hey, Dean,” Sam sighed heavily. “Look, we're cutting it close, I know. But we're gonna get this done. I don't care what it takes, Dean. You're not gonna go to hell. I'm not gonna let you.” He meets his brother’s eyes when he finally looks up at him. “I swear. Everything's gonna be ok.”

Dean looks at him, taking it in. Before he says anything his facial expression changes as he looks at Sam. He suddenly looks very scared when his brother’s face completely distorts, flinging to the sides at a rapid pace. Then he changes back to Sam again, it was just a hallucination.

“Yeah, ok,” Dean says as reassuringly as he can.

Neither of them notices the strange look Alex gives her headstrong lover.

~*~

“What the hell is this thing?” Dean asked when Bobby and Kevin carried in a large ancient looking device and set it over a map of the states.

“It’s used for scrying,” Alex answered while she arranged the three wooden legs so that the hanging crystal pendulum was centered over the map. “We can find anyone or anything with this.”

“When did you get into Wicca?”

“Dean, Lex got into it and all things occult after the thing with her Mom and Darius,” Kevin stepped in for her when he sensed how uncomfortable she was. “She became just as proficient with the arts as she did with her many martial arts disciplines.”

“So you need a name, that's the whole kit and caboodle. With the right name, right ritual, ain't nothing you can't suss out,” Bobby places his hands on either side of the scrying device while Alex does the same across the table from him.

“Like the town Lilith's in?” Sam asked with hope in his eyes.

“Kid, when we get done, we'll know the street,” Bobby smiled at Alex. They begin the ritual; Alex starts the swing for the pendulum and then chants in Latin. As Dean and Sam watch, the pendulum begins to search over the map until it suddenly just stops, pointing out Lilith's location.

“New Harmony, Indiana,” Alex reads off when she narrows her black eyes on the map.

“And we have a winner,” Bobby says with a grin.

“Alright,” Sam pushes the pendulum away and looks at Bobby. “Let's go.”

“Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, hold on. Let's all shut up there, Tex,” Dean holds up his hands when Sam, Bobby and Alex begin to move into action.

“What's the problem?”

“What's the problem? Come on, where do I begin?” Dean said in an incredulous tone. “I mean, first of all, we don't even know if Lilith holds my deal. We're going off of Bela's Intel? Now when that bitch breathes, the air comes out crooked. Okay. Second, even if we could get to Lilith we have no way to gank her. And third, isn't this the same Lilith that wants your giant head on a pike? Should I continue?”

“Ain't you just bringing down the room?” Bobby scowled at the young man he considered a son.

“Yeah, well it's a gift.”

“I'm sorry, so then what are we supposed to do, Dean?” Sam asked in a frustrated tone.

“Just 'cause I gotta die doesn't mean you have to, okay,” Dean said in soft tone to his brother. “Either we go in smart or we don't go in at all.”

“Ok fine. If that's the case I have the answer.”

“You do?” Dean arched his brow at Sam.

“Yeah. A surefire way to confirm it's Lilith and a way to get us a bona fide demon-killing ginsu,” Sam shot back, knowing how Dean would react.

“Damn it, Sam, no,” he turns his back to Sam and walks a few steps away.

“We're so passed arguing. Dean, I am summoning Ruby.”

“The hell you are! We have enough problems as it is,” Dean turns around, facing him.

“Exactly,” Sam walks up to him. “And we've got no time and no choice either.”

“Come on man, she is the Miss Universe of lying skanks, okay. She told you that she could save me, huh - lie. She seems to know everything about Lilith but forgot to mention, oh right - Lilith owns my soul!”

“Okay, fine. She's a liar,” Sam concedes the point. “She's still got that knife.”

“Dean,” Bobby tries to intervene on Sam’s behalf but Dean cuts him off.

“For all we know, she works for Lilith.”

“Then give me another option, Dean. I mean, tell me what else?” Sam continues to argue.

“Sam's right,” Bobby gets in his opinion in between the fireworks.

“NO! DAMN IT!” Dean yells and the room quiets down for a moment.

Bobby looks at him, surprised. They all look at each other for a few seconds, waiting for Dean to say something.

“Just no,” he says in a calmer tone. “We are not gonna make the same mistakes all over again.” Bobby, Sam and Alex look at him with a bit of shock and sadness in their eyes. “You guys wanna save me, find something else.”

Sam and Bobby look at him as he walks back to the table he was sitting at before, and sits down with a contemplative look. As Sam looks at Alex moving to stand behind him and placing her hands on his shoulders, Bobby sighs and grabs his jacket.

“Where are you going, Bobby?”

“I guess to...” he throws out his arms, “find something else.”

Sam sighs, looking into Alex’s obsidian eyes when she gives him a knowing look, one they’ve exchanged frequently in the past few weeks. He knows what needs to be done and she agrees with him.

About Me

My name is Dee and I’m stuck in Texas physically but mentally…I’m with him.




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[Sam] Dean, did you pay any attention to history class?
[Dean] Yeah. Shot heard round the world. How bills become laws...
[Sam] That's not school. That's School House Rock.
[Dean] Whatever.

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