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FIC: SPN/SV - Possession - Lex/Dean/Lana - 7/10 - R
If he didn’t see Lex twice each day Dean could have said that he was avoiding him. As it was he guessed it just felt like he was being avoided.
RATING: R (for language and violence)
PAIRING: Lex/Dean/Lana (past Lex/Jason/Lana)
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, if I did do you think the last thirty seconds of the season finale of Supernatural would have happened?
SUMMARY: Dean knows what possession feels like, he’s been saved from one himself.
Possession - Chapter 7
If he didn’t see Lex twice each day Dean could have said that he was avoiding him. As it was he guessed it just felt like he was being avoided.
Which was somehow just as bad.
It shouldn’t have bothered him, he still saw Lex, it was just only when Lana was there or in the middle of the night when everyone was safely asleep and there was no chance that someone would walk into the room while Lex was kissing him.
Dean hoped that he got over whatever his issues were relatively soon.
Because Sam was beginning to ask uncomfortable questions and Dean didn’t feel up to answering them when it felt like Lex was avoiding him.
Like why Lana was kissing him when Sam assumed she was involved with Lex because he’d walked in them kissing as well.
Which of course led Sam to be worried about Dean’s continued health and safety and turned him into an even more overprotective little brother (which honestly Dean hadn’t thought possible) then he had been before he’d found them kissing.
Sam was also beginning to make noises about thanking Lex and Lana for their hospitality and leaving.
Dean knew without a doubt that it was Sam’s hope to be long gone before Lex found out that Dean was kissing Lana, therefore there would be no need for him to worry about Dean fucking Lana and then ending up dead.
And most likely the only reason he wasn’t worried about the sex thing now was because every time Dean moved sharply he got a twinge in his chest and he started bleeding again. Which kind of put a damper on things because both Lex and Lana got freaked out when he started bleeding on them and then they started coddling him and he had to send them away to save his own sanity.
So sex was definitely out of the question. At least in Sam’s mind.
Although Lana could be quite inventive when she put her mind to it and they’d had a very memorable twelve hours alone once it had been decided that he wasn’t in danger of dying and the nurses and doctors had stopped watching him 24 hours a day.
Twelve hours that wasn’t nearly long enough, because Sam’s brain had kicked in and he’d realized that because they weren’t waiting for Dean to stop breathing and one of the nurses had been dismissed that Lana and Dean had been all alone with no chaperone in sight.
So now any time Sam caught Lana in the room with him Sam perched there too, flipping through books and sometimes Dean thought he was waiting for them to try to have sex right in front of him so he could shake his finger and yell at him for thinking with his dick instead of his brain.
He didn’t try to make Lana move off the bed where she was sitting close to him anymore, possibly because the one time he’d suggested it Lana had raised an eyebrow at him and looked at him as if he were an idiot. So now he just settled for glaring at Dean like everything was entirely his fault.
When in actuality it was Lex’s, because he was avoiding Dean when Sam or John were there with him and Dean didn’t feel comfortable telling Sam that he had been involved with the two of them and would be again if they didn’t kick him out. Especially when Lex was being the king of avoidance when other people not Lana or Dean were around.
Whenever he tried to bring it up at night, Lex would change the subject. Would kiss him or touch him just right and it had been a while since he’d got laid so of course he just let it drop.
He hadn’t even managed to tell Lex that his dad already knew; that whatever issues he’d had with it he’d managed to resolve, Dean thought it was only partly due to the fact that he hadn’t gone directly back to Smallville afterwards.
Which he’d wanted to, and would have. If he hadn’t thought he would have been signing his own death certificate.
He’d remembered what happened. Remembered the things that Jason had done there towards the end and it was probably a miracle that Lex and Lana hadn’t shown up at the hospital strictly to pull the plug and make sure he was really, truly dead.
He’d been weak back then, right after the exorcism. The Luthor’s were not people to be trifled with and it hadn’t been that he feared for his life but… he’d feared for his life.
Which sounded kind of wussy now, but back then death had been a real threat that Lex could hold over his head. It had been half the reason why he hadn’t used any of the money that he’d still had access to or hid out at one of the houses that were still in Jason Teague’s name.
Because he wasn’t going to lay out a trail of breadcrumbs for Lex, or anyone that Lex hired to find him, to follow. He wasn’t suicidal after all.
He’d given every thing to Bobby. Every single scrap of paperwork; the drivers license, the credit cards, every single thing that had Jason’s name on it, that marked him as being Jason Teague.
And then he’d demanded that they give him something to do before he started taking potshots at Bobby’s neighbors.
They’d given him Chicago, which he’d done with dad and then he’d done the New Orleans gig and dad had gone to Jericho and then gone missing.
And life as they knew it changed.
Because dad missing, the first instinct he’d had was to get Sammy to help him find him and then Jess had died and there’d been bunch of hunting in there but then they’d found dad and the demon had found them (and tried unsuccessfully to kill them) and now he spent his days drowsing, cursing Lex for avoiding him.
He was also getting to the point where being bored out of skull might actually be a step up, he hoped the wounds would begin healing soon so that he could at least get out of the bed and walk around the house or the grounds.
Maybe start sparring with Sam or dad, although Lex and Lana would probably put a kibosh on that immediately.
Lana flipped through the stack of magazines that she brought with her, always different ones and sometimes she would read something particularly funny to him.
Sometimes she would turn on the TV that had appeared one morning and watch that, curled up next to him and they would snarkily critique whatever channel it landed on.
Glances at Sam nearly always showed him biting his lip to keep from laughing and his brother ignored the fact that Lana always had one hand on him, like she was afraid that if she moved it he would vanish into thin air.
Bobby’s head popped through the door, ready smile on his face, bag in his hands.
“You brought me presents, Bobby you shouldn’t have,” he grinned. He hoped that what was in the bag was indeed what he thought it was. No one would tell him what had happened to his baby when he asked. He’d assumed the worst, his baby was gone and his entire stash had been confiscated by the police.
“Your daddy said you were bored out of your mind cooped up here with nothing to do,” Bobby returned his grin and Sam stood and smiled as he walked over to the bed. Lana looked between all of them confused.
Dean wondered how his dad knew that he was bored when he’d only seen the barest of hint of his presence.
Sam had told him that John sat with him while he was asleep and while Dean might still be having trouble in his unconscious mind with what the demon using his fathers’ body had done to him he didn’t hold it against his dad.
At least consciously he didn’t, of course he couldn’t tell him that until the man showed himself while Dean was conscious and able to talk.
“So you brought me toys,” Dean knew that his tone was just this side of gleeful and he was already making a list of everything he would need. If he had to sit in bed and not do anything strenuous he could go through every single one of his weapons and make sure they were in tip top shape for when he was ready to be out and about again. “Bobby, don’t take this the wrong way man, but I think I love you.”
“I bet you say that to every guy who brings you presents,” Bobby grinned at him.
“Nah, just you man. Just you.”
“Bobby tell me you didn’t bring him guns,” Amy appeared at the door behind him, disapproval lacing every word.
“I didn’t bring him guns,” Bobby parroted. Then rolled his eyes as he set the bag on the bed and started removing guns one at a time.
“Bobby.”
“The boy needs something to do.”
“I have to agree with Amy here, so you brought him guns?” Lana just stared at the guns on the bed, feet curling up under her so there wasn’t any possible way to touch them.
“I need stuff to clean them and you brought me everything right?” Dean ignored Lana (which he would pay for later he was sure) and Amy, counting the weapons.
Guns, rifles, knives.
He was two short, one knife and one shotgun, and then of course there was the Colt.
Which Bobby pulled out of his pocket with a sort of reverence that Dean had only seen him use when dealing with his books, or Rumsfeld.
“Your daddy wanted me to give you this as well, said that you were the only one that he trusted to keep it safe. Till it was needed again.”
Sam stared at it and Amy choked.
“Is that…” she reached out a finger, making to touch it as Bobby handed it to Dean. “That’s the gun that Samuel Colt made. I thought that was a legend,” she breathed.
“Not a legend,” Dean held it in his hands. Lana glanced over at him and he could feel her eyes on him.
“It’s the Colt,” Sam confirmed for Amy.
“When’s he planning on leaving? Or is he already gone?” Dean asked sharply. He looked up and Bobby winced.
“What are you talking about?” Sam asked, concern on his face. Confusion as well. He didn’t know dad as well as Dean did.
“He got word on a couple of things in Florida, he left this morning.”
Dean set the gun in his lap, one hand laying over it as he reached for the cellphone that Sam was already pulling out and handing to him.
He hit the numbers and waited.
“You have reached John Winchester, if you need immediate assistance contact my sons. They can help...”
Dean hung up before it was finished. He knew the number given would be for them, there would be no tone for a message, they’d played this game before.
Played their dads game before and it had almost gotten them all killed.
“Dean?” he looked up to find Sam watching him and he didn’t need to say a word. Because Sam knew, had probably known, like Dean had, from the moment Bobby had admitted that John was gone.
“We’ll find him again,” Sam said confidently.
“We didn’t find him last time,” Dean muttered. “He found us.”
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Sam thought about it for two days before he even brought it up to Bobby.
“I thought about calling Cassie, having her come and help out,” he said as they were in the kitchen.
He hadn’t wanted to mention this when Luthor was around, but it seemed like lately he was always there. Several times he’d opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but then obviously changed his mind.
The kitchen was empty, it had been bustling with activity when they’d entered but the staff had fled as soon as they’d walked in.
Sam thought it might have had something to do with the fact that Lex Luthor was with them.
The man only looked slightly out of place in the kitchen, blue bottle in hand.
Sam tried to focus on Bobby instead of Luthor; he had a glass in one hand and leaned against the counter.
Bobby raised an eyebrow and Sam noticed that Luthor was paying attention to their conversation while trying to seem like he wasn’t.
“Why?”
Sam bit his lower lip and thought.
Because there was no way he could say, while Luthor was standing right there, ‘Well because I keep walking in on Dean and Lana Lang kissing and while Luthor is going out of his way to help Dean right now, I don’t think that’s going to continue once Dean’s healed enough where he stops bleeding when he thinks to hard and fucks her’.
Yeah that wouldn’t go over very well. And Dean couldn’t really defend himself right now so…
“Who’s Cassie?”
And Sam had to be hearing things because he could have sworn that Luthor said Cassie’s name like other people would spit harlot.
He glanced over and Luthor had his arms crossed over his chest, narrowed eyes and a look on his face that Sam had seen many times in the previous days.
Normally when they were talking about Dean’s health, or lack thereof.
That look meant that Luthor was more interested in the answer to the question then he wanted to appear.
“She’s this girl that Dean used to date, we ran into her a few months back and…” Sam stopped, because he hadn’t seen Luthor murderous before. He put his glass down on the counter and held his hands out in front of him.
“There is no need for you to bring this woman into my home,” Luthor stated and Sam looked over at where Bobby was laughing.
Hard. He might hurt something if he didn’t stop that soon.
“Look, I just think it might make things easier. Lana is spending a lot of time with Dean lately and while it’s probably just the innocent worry of a friend…”
“You want to tell the boy or should I?” Bobby looked smug and Luthor was staring longingly at the floor, like if he stared long enough or hard enough he could vanish right through it.
Instead he cleared his throat.
“Lana and Jason were involved when he was here before.”
Sam blinked. “But aren’t you and Lana…?” he waved his hands around.
“Yes.”
Sam blinked again and looked over at Bobby, who was staring at Luthor with something like unholy glee in his eyes.
“Then why would you…”
And Sam stopped. Because his mind went from point A to point C and suddenly getting up at three in the morning and seeing Luthor leaving Dean’s room made a whole lot of sense except it made no sense because he’d never even seen Dean look at another guy, he’d been almost aggressively heterosexual since they’d started hunting together again.
Hitting on every female over the age of eighteen and under fifty in every city they’d been in.
“You and Dean,” his eyes were wide he knew. “Dean doesn’t look at other guys, he never has,” Sam said emphatically. He knew his brother, knew him well enough to know that.
Or maybe he didn’t, because a dark look crossed Luthor’s face and Sam wondered if he was going to have to start calling him Lex.
“Maybe because I threatened Jason with bodily harm if he ever did so. Your brother remembers that, he also remembers that I never make idle threats.”
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RATING: R (for language and violence)
PAIRING: Lex/Dean/Lana (past Lex/Jason/Lana)
Author: Melanie
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, if I did do you think the last thirty seconds of the season finale of Supernatural would have happened?
SUMMARY: Dean knows what possession feels like, he’s been saved from one himself.
Possession - Chapter 7
If he didn’t see Lex twice each day Dean could have said that he was avoiding him. As it was he guessed it just felt like he was being avoided.
Which was somehow just as bad.
It shouldn’t have bothered him, he still saw Lex, it was just only when Lana was there or in the middle of the night when everyone was safely asleep and there was no chance that someone would walk into the room while Lex was kissing him.
Dean hoped that he got over whatever his issues were relatively soon.
Because Sam was beginning to ask uncomfortable questions and Dean didn’t feel up to answering them when it felt like Lex was avoiding him.
Like why Lana was kissing him when Sam assumed she was involved with Lex because he’d walked in them kissing as well.
Which of course led Sam to be worried about Dean’s continued health and safety and turned him into an even more overprotective little brother (which honestly Dean hadn’t thought possible) then he had been before he’d found them kissing.
Sam was also beginning to make noises about thanking Lex and Lana for their hospitality and leaving.
Dean knew without a doubt that it was Sam’s hope to be long gone before Lex found out that Dean was kissing Lana, therefore there would be no need for him to worry about Dean fucking Lana and then ending up dead.
And most likely the only reason he wasn’t worried about the sex thing now was because every time Dean moved sharply he got a twinge in his chest and he started bleeding again. Which kind of put a damper on things because both Lex and Lana got freaked out when he started bleeding on them and then they started coddling him and he had to send them away to save his own sanity.
So sex was definitely out of the question. At least in Sam’s mind.
Although Lana could be quite inventive when she put her mind to it and they’d had a very memorable twelve hours alone once it had been decided that he wasn’t in danger of dying and the nurses and doctors had stopped watching him 24 hours a day.
Twelve hours that wasn’t nearly long enough, because Sam’s brain had kicked in and he’d realized that because they weren’t waiting for Dean to stop breathing and one of the nurses had been dismissed that Lana and Dean had been all alone with no chaperone in sight.
So now any time Sam caught Lana in the room with him Sam perched there too, flipping through books and sometimes Dean thought he was waiting for them to try to have sex right in front of him so he could shake his finger and yell at him for thinking with his dick instead of his brain.
He didn’t try to make Lana move off the bed where she was sitting close to him anymore, possibly because the one time he’d suggested it Lana had raised an eyebrow at him and looked at him as if he were an idiot. So now he just settled for glaring at Dean like everything was entirely his fault.
When in actuality it was Lex’s, because he was avoiding Dean when Sam or John were there with him and Dean didn’t feel comfortable telling Sam that he had been involved with the two of them and would be again if they didn’t kick him out. Especially when Lex was being the king of avoidance when other people not Lana or Dean were around.
Whenever he tried to bring it up at night, Lex would change the subject. Would kiss him or touch him just right and it had been a while since he’d got laid so of course he just let it drop.
He hadn’t even managed to tell Lex that his dad already knew; that whatever issues he’d had with it he’d managed to resolve, Dean thought it was only partly due to the fact that he hadn’t gone directly back to Smallville afterwards.
Which he’d wanted to, and would have. If he hadn’t thought he would have been signing his own death certificate.
He’d remembered what happened. Remembered the things that Jason had done there towards the end and it was probably a miracle that Lex and Lana hadn’t shown up at the hospital strictly to pull the plug and make sure he was really, truly dead.
He’d been weak back then, right after the exorcism. The Luthor’s were not people to be trifled with and it hadn’t been that he feared for his life but… he’d feared for his life.
Which sounded kind of wussy now, but back then death had been a real threat that Lex could hold over his head. It had been half the reason why he hadn’t used any of the money that he’d still had access to or hid out at one of the houses that were still in Jason Teague’s name.
Because he wasn’t going to lay out a trail of breadcrumbs for Lex, or anyone that Lex hired to find him, to follow. He wasn’t suicidal after all.
He’d given every thing to Bobby. Every single scrap of paperwork; the drivers license, the credit cards, every single thing that had Jason’s name on it, that marked him as being Jason Teague.
And then he’d demanded that they give him something to do before he started taking potshots at Bobby’s neighbors.
They’d given him Chicago, which he’d done with dad and then he’d done the New Orleans gig and dad had gone to Jericho and then gone missing.
And life as they knew it changed.
Because dad missing, the first instinct he’d had was to get Sammy to help him find him and then Jess had died and there’d been bunch of hunting in there but then they’d found dad and the demon had found them (and tried unsuccessfully to kill them) and now he spent his days drowsing, cursing Lex for avoiding him.
He was also getting to the point where being bored out of skull might actually be a step up, he hoped the wounds would begin healing soon so that he could at least get out of the bed and walk around the house or the grounds.
Maybe start sparring with Sam or dad, although Lex and Lana would probably put a kibosh on that immediately.
Lana flipped through the stack of magazines that she brought with her, always different ones and sometimes she would read something particularly funny to him.
Sometimes she would turn on the TV that had appeared one morning and watch that, curled up next to him and they would snarkily critique whatever channel it landed on.
Glances at Sam nearly always showed him biting his lip to keep from laughing and his brother ignored the fact that Lana always had one hand on him, like she was afraid that if she moved it he would vanish into thin air.
Bobby’s head popped through the door, ready smile on his face, bag in his hands.
“You brought me presents, Bobby you shouldn’t have,” he grinned. He hoped that what was in the bag was indeed what he thought it was. No one would tell him what had happened to his baby when he asked. He’d assumed the worst, his baby was gone and his entire stash had been confiscated by the police.
“Your daddy said you were bored out of your mind cooped up here with nothing to do,” Bobby returned his grin and Sam stood and smiled as he walked over to the bed. Lana looked between all of them confused.
Dean wondered how his dad knew that he was bored when he’d only seen the barest of hint of his presence.
Sam had told him that John sat with him while he was asleep and while Dean might still be having trouble in his unconscious mind with what the demon using his fathers’ body had done to him he didn’t hold it against his dad.
At least consciously he didn’t, of course he couldn’t tell him that until the man showed himself while Dean was conscious and able to talk.
“So you brought me toys,” Dean knew that his tone was just this side of gleeful and he was already making a list of everything he would need. If he had to sit in bed and not do anything strenuous he could go through every single one of his weapons and make sure they were in tip top shape for when he was ready to be out and about again. “Bobby, don’t take this the wrong way man, but I think I love you.”
“I bet you say that to every guy who brings you presents,” Bobby grinned at him.
“Nah, just you man. Just you.”
“Bobby tell me you didn’t bring him guns,” Amy appeared at the door behind him, disapproval lacing every word.
“I didn’t bring him guns,” Bobby parroted. Then rolled his eyes as he set the bag on the bed and started removing guns one at a time.
“Bobby.”
“The boy needs something to do.”
“I have to agree with Amy here, so you brought him guns?” Lana just stared at the guns on the bed, feet curling up under her so there wasn’t any possible way to touch them.
“I need stuff to clean them and you brought me everything right?” Dean ignored Lana (which he would pay for later he was sure) and Amy, counting the weapons.
Guns, rifles, knives.
He was two short, one knife and one shotgun, and then of course there was the Colt.
Which Bobby pulled out of his pocket with a sort of reverence that Dean had only seen him use when dealing with his books, or Rumsfeld.
“Your daddy wanted me to give you this as well, said that you were the only one that he trusted to keep it safe. Till it was needed again.”
Sam stared at it and Amy choked.
“Is that…” she reached out a finger, making to touch it as Bobby handed it to Dean. “That’s the gun that Samuel Colt made. I thought that was a legend,” she breathed.
“Not a legend,” Dean held it in his hands. Lana glanced over at him and he could feel her eyes on him.
“It’s the Colt,” Sam confirmed for Amy.
“When’s he planning on leaving? Or is he already gone?” Dean asked sharply. He looked up and Bobby winced.
“What are you talking about?” Sam asked, concern on his face. Confusion as well. He didn’t know dad as well as Dean did.
“He got word on a couple of things in Florida, he left this morning.”
Dean set the gun in his lap, one hand laying over it as he reached for the cellphone that Sam was already pulling out and handing to him.
He hit the numbers and waited.
“You have reached John Winchester, if you need immediate assistance contact my sons. They can help...”
Dean hung up before it was finished. He knew the number given would be for them, there would be no tone for a message, they’d played this game before.
Played their dads game before and it had almost gotten them all killed.
“Dean?” he looked up to find Sam watching him and he didn’t need to say a word. Because Sam knew, had probably known, like Dean had, from the moment Bobby had admitted that John was gone.
“We’ll find him again,” Sam said confidently.
“We didn’t find him last time,” Dean muttered. “He found us.”
Sam thought about it for two days before he even brought it up to Bobby.
“I thought about calling Cassie, having her come and help out,” he said as they were in the kitchen.
He hadn’t wanted to mention this when Luthor was around, but it seemed like lately he was always there. Several times he’d opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but then obviously changed his mind.
The kitchen was empty, it had been bustling with activity when they’d entered but the staff had fled as soon as they’d walked in.
Sam thought it might have had something to do with the fact that Lex Luthor was with them.
The man only looked slightly out of place in the kitchen, blue bottle in hand.
Sam tried to focus on Bobby instead of Luthor; he had a glass in one hand and leaned against the counter.
Bobby raised an eyebrow and Sam noticed that Luthor was paying attention to their conversation while trying to seem like he wasn’t.
“Why?”
Sam bit his lower lip and thought.
Because there was no way he could say, while Luthor was standing right there, ‘Well because I keep walking in on Dean and Lana Lang kissing and while Luthor is going out of his way to help Dean right now, I don’t think that’s going to continue once Dean’s healed enough where he stops bleeding when he thinks to hard and fucks her’.
Yeah that wouldn’t go over very well. And Dean couldn’t really defend himself right now so…
“Who’s Cassie?”
And Sam had to be hearing things because he could have sworn that Luthor said Cassie’s name like other people would spit harlot.
He glanced over and Luthor had his arms crossed over his chest, narrowed eyes and a look on his face that Sam had seen many times in the previous days.
Normally when they were talking about Dean’s health, or lack thereof.
That look meant that Luthor was more interested in the answer to the question then he wanted to appear.
“She’s this girl that Dean used to date, we ran into her a few months back and…” Sam stopped, because he hadn’t seen Luthor murderous before. He put his glass down on the counter and held his hands out in front of him.
“There is no need for you to bring this woman into my home,” Luthor stated and Sam looked over at where Bobby was laughing.
Hard. He might hurt something if he didn’t stop that soon.
“Look, I just think it might make things easier. Lana is spending a lot of time with Dean lately and while it’s probably just the innocent worry of a friend…”
“You want to tell the boy or should I?” Bobby looked smug and Luthor was staring longingly at the floor, like if he stared long enough or hard enough he could vanish right through it.
Instead he cleared his throat.
“Lana and Jason were involved when he was here before.”
Sam blinked. “But aren’t you and Lana…?” he waved his hands around.
“Yes.”
Sam blinked again and looked over at Bobby, who was staring at Luthor with something like unholy glee in his eyes.
“Then why would you…”
And Sam stopped. Because his mind went from point A to point C and suddenly getting up at three in the morning and seeing Luthor leaving Dean’s room made a whole lot of sense except it made no sense because he’d never even seen Dean look at another guy, he’d been almost aggressively heterosexual since they’d started hunting together again.
Hitting on every female over the age of eighteen and under fifty in every city they’d been in.
“You and Dean,” his eyes were wide he knew. “Dean doesn’t look at other guys, he never has,” Sam said emphatically. He knew his brother, knew him well enough to know that.
Or maybe he didn’t, because a dark look crossed Luthor’s face and Sam wondered if he was going to have to start calling him Lex.
“Maybe because I threatened Jason with bodily harm if he ever did so. Your brother remembers that, he also remembers that I never make idle threats.”
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And love Lex's explanation for why Dean doesn't look at ohter guys.
Can't wait to see what happens next. Please udpate soon.
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I'm loving this fic more and more every time you update. <33