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laniew1 It had taken some smooth talking on Lex’s part to get Lana to come back to the mansion with him. Promises that someone would tell her exactly what was going on and Lex figured that Sam could do that.
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 9
It had taken some smooth talking on Lex’s part to get Lana to come back to the mansion with him. Promises that someone would tell her exactly what was going on and Lex figured that Sam could do that.
That had still taken hours; it was after eleven by the time they got back to the mansion that night. The house was dark, a peek into Dean’s room showed Dean asleep and Sam sitting by the side of his bed, head pillowed on his arms, also asleep.
Lana had gone directly into their room, hadn’t even paused to look into Dean’s and Lex felt a surge of anger on Dean’s behalf.
He hadn’t asked for this and he didn’t know how he would explain it to him if Lana chose to walk away.
Then Lex would have to choose. He didn’t like making choices like that, especially since he shouldn’t have to.
He closed the door to Dean’s room softly.
Lana was already in her pajamas, when he walked in she stalked across the room. Kissed him firmly and then spun on her heel, climbed into the bed and presented him with her back.
Obviously sex was out of the question.
He paused there, if he hadn’t just looked in and saw Dean asleep, Sam sitting beside him, he would have gone and sat with him.
As it was maybe it was best to go see him in the morning when hopefully cooler heads would prevail.
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He didn’t notice the trend to begin with. Granted he was distracted with Lana’s continuing refusal to have anything to do with or go anywhere near Dean, even after Sam had sat and talked with her. Explaining with Bobby’s help and some input from Amy what exactly had happened to Dean while he had been Jason and living in Smallville.
Lana said she understood, but wouldn’t go into Dean’s room. Lex had wracked his brain for an excuse, any excuse he could give Dean.
Which he didn’t get to give him because when he resumed his 2 am visits Sam was there, always and Dean was asleep, always.
The first time he chalked it up to Dean’s continuing recovery. The second time he was slightly irritated, but Sam was asleep as well so he thought maybe they were reminiscing.
At least he wasn’t coming to the room and finding guns spread among the bed as the brothers disassembled them with competent hands, ribbing each other mercilessly about events that Lex had no knowledge of.
The third time he made a resolution to speak to Sam and put an end to this, Lana might be unsure as to whether or not she wanted Dean in her life but Lex had no such reservations.
Dean might not be Jason, not exactly. But he was close enough. And he had all the best parts and none of the insane attachment to his mother or psychotic breaks with reality that had him attacking Lex and the Kent’s.
He didn’t count his father in that because most sane people wanted to attack his father. Hell most sane people wanted to kill his father and were willing to do the jail time to boot.
Dean had Jason’s memories, he reacted to Lex’s hands on his skin in the same manner and had the same off beat sense of humor that made Lex want to alternately hit him and fuck him senseless.
As far as he was concerned Dean was Jason and if he had to get used to calling him a different name then so be it.
Of course then he walked in at 2 am the third morning and found Dean asleep, again, and Sam curled up in the same chair, head pillowed on his arms on the bed and decided enough was enough. Sam was usurping time that was his.
He might also have swore, and went to the gym and hit something but at least he hadn’t woken Dean up and demanded to know why it appeared he was avoiding him, which was good because all the it appeared the other man was doing was sleeping.
So he resolved to find Sam first thing in the morning and demand that he allow Lex his time with Dean. Of course then at 8 he walked into the kitchen to find Sam already there, two coffee cups on the counter, staring off blankly into nothing while he waited for the coffee to finish brewing and couldn’t find the words.
He must have made noise as he entered because Sam started sharply and then looked away quickly.
“Good morning,” Lex managed.
“Morning,” Sam returned, looking like he wanted to flee the room immediately and screw waiting for the coffee. With there being two coffee cups set out though he could guarantee that one of them was contraband for Dean and Dean did appear to like his coffee.
Possibly even counted it as a major food group and loved it more then he loved Lex and Lana.
Lex paused and wondered how to tell someone that he wanted alone time with his brother and make it not sound like there would be sex happening in the room if they were left alone.
Sam tapped his fingers against the countertop and looked as if he wished he were anywhere but there.
“Lana’s not been spending much time with Dean lately,” Sam commented idly. “They have a fight or something?”
Lex stared at him sharply, eyes narrowed. Because while Sam wasn’t looking at him, was staring at the coffee like if he willed it, it would finish brewing quicker, Lex felt like he was glaring at him.
“Or something,” Lex said slowly. Sam looked up and there was knowledge in his eyes.
“You’ve been spending time with him though,” Sam smiled thinly. “Or trying to anyway,” he amended. “You should just tell me to leave if you want to sit with him, instead of walking away.”
“I figured you were drugging him to keep him from spending time with me.”
“I don’t have a problem with the guy thing, if Dean’s cool with it, I’m cool with it. But you should know the longer it takes for one of you to come to him, the easier it’s becoming for Dean to leave.”
Lex looked over at him sharply. “He’s planning on leaving?”
“He heard you, you know that don’t you. He’d expected it, been waiting for it. Waiting for one of you to decide that he didn’t deserve to be here, that you didn’t want him here. As soon as he can move without bleeding, he’s already making noises about going. He wanted to leave days ago but Amy and I talked him out of it because he still can’t walk to the bathroom without stopping midway.”
The coffee maker stopped and Sam turned, busying himself with pouring coffee into mugs.
“Amy’s letting Dean have coffee?” Lex asked, changing the subject even though his mind kept winding around it.
Re-evaluating his plans, trying to figure out if he pushed which one would break first.
Could he convince Dean to stay faster then he could convince Lana that Dean belonged with them?
“I don’t think it’s so much she’s letting him have coffee, as she just doesn’t want to argue with him about why he’s not supposed to be drinking it. Besides he can be a cranky bitch if he doesn’t get his caffeine.”
Sam threw him a conspiratorial smile, Lex let his lips curve into one.
“You should talk to him, at 2 in the morning his defenses aren’t up as high. Plus Amy’s still giving him the good painkillers which throws his entire system out of whack,” Sam threw him a conspiratorial smile, Lex let his lips curve into one in return. “You could probably convince him to do just about anything.”
Lex nodded once in understanding. Sam studied him for a moment and then left, coffee’s in hand.
Dean first then, if he left, before Lex had a chance to talk to him… the chances of him returning under his own power was slim to none. If he talked to him, made things right between them, then there was always a possibility that if he left and things weren’t still right between Dean and Lana that things could be made right at a later date once Lana realized how much she missed him.
How much they needed him to be there with them.
So Dean first. Then he could spend all the time he needed to on Lana. Without having to worry about Dean vanishing into thin air.
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When Dean woke up he thought maybe it was time to order Amy and Sam to dial it back a bit with the painkillers and sedatives.
Mostly because he was sleeping like 19 hours a day, and those five hours that he was awake he spent feeling hazy and not really there.
Of course Sam and Amy would agree to do that, but then would slip the pills into his food or his drink if they thought he still needed them.
It was like having two more parents that he already had.
Which wasn’t fair because he’d changed Sam’s diaper and potty trained him and made sure that he had lunches to take to school or money when he got old enough where brown paper bagging it was embarrassing for him.
He opened his mouth and turned his head to the left and stopped. Closed his mouth and stared.
Instead of Sam sitting with a chair pulled up right to the bed he found Lex sitting on the edge, far enough away that Dean hadn’t even noticed he was there.
“You sleep very heavily,” Lex commented.
Dean shook his head, because of everything he thought Lex would say to him when he finally deigned to grace him with his presence again… well comments on his sleeping patterns were totally not it.
Besides…
“Sam and Amy keep drugging me,” he said with just a little bit of petulance. Which Lex heard if the expression on his face was any indication.
“It’s probably the safest way to make sure you stay where you’re supposed to,” Lex mused and Dean could practically see the wheels turning in his head. He’d have to request a food and drink tester because he was sure that if Lex ever woke up and found him missing he would begin drugging him to keep him in one place.
“It’s not like I’m going to wander around and get myself hurt,” Dean rolled his eyes.
Which Lex copied.
“Past incidents would tend to disagree with you.”
“Look I can’t be held responsible for possessions or demon attacks. How many times of you been attacked since you moved here?” Dean asked sarcastically.
“Maybe you should think about drugging me to sleep at night as well then,” Lex smirked. Leaned over to place the papers and laptop that he’d been working on in the chair that Sam normally sat in and then turned onto his side.
Head propped up on one hand and he stared at Dean, long enough that Dean wanted to squirm and ask him what he was looking for.
“I’m sorry.”
Dean looked at him, flopped over on his back and stared up at the ceiling.
“When do you want us to leave?”
Lex was silent for long minutes and then Dean felt his hand against his arm. Stroking lightly and he hazarded a quick glance over.
“I want you to never leave, but I think if I were to try and keep you here it would take handcuffs and more drugs.”
“The handcuffs might be fun though,” Dean murmured, though his heart wasn’t in it.
Lex’s hand tightened on his arm and Dean turned his head, locked eyes with him.
“We’ll keep that in mind for later,” Lex said softly, smirk bending his lips.
There was an expression in his eyes that Dean had seen before as Jason. Normally when that expression appeared he had about 30 more seconds where he would be wearing clothes and they would disappear like Lex had waved a magic wand and banished them.
Dean tried to return the smirk, but the fact of the matter was, he thought it only a matter of time before Lex turned his back on him like Lana already had.
That hurt. Because honestly he’d been expecting the other, expected Lex to lash out and not want anything to do with him.
Not Lana.
“Lana doesn’t want me here.”
“Well luckily the house is still mine,” Lex moved across the bed, arm going over Dean’s chest as he made himself comfortable at his side. “And I want you here.”
Sometimes Lex bewildered him, made him want things he had no business wanting. Like a relationship and a home. He moved slightly, just a few inches and pressed his head against Lex’s shoulder.
Dean had been in the world long enough to know that good things didn’t happen to him without a cost. Lex wanted him now, wanted him to stay with him. In a month he could have guards physically removing him from the property.
He wondered which would hurt less.
“But for how long?” he asked softly.
“For as long as you can stand to be here, though when you leave I expect you to return,” Lex sounded stern. Sounded like his father giving orders.
Dean was sure that the moment he and Sam made the decision to resume the hunt that Lex would be handing them means for him to track them. And Dean would probably let him; he wondered if he could convince Lex to clear up the whole thing where he was wanted for murder in St. Louis.
It would be nice to be able to use his real name again. And if Lex didn’t force them to leave, if he still wanted him when Dean chose to go… well Dean was sure that Lex would hand them cards and money and probably the keys to a car that was well out of their price range and would look out of place at the $20 rented by the hour motels they normally stayed at.
It would be stolen their first night out and suddenly Dean missed his baby fiercely.
She’d been his best girl, had always done right by him since the moment Dad had given him her keys and told him to treat her like a queen and she’d always get him home. She’d been his first and only car and he’d never wanted another.
Bobby had her taken her back to his place and was going to work on putting her back together but the few times that they’d talked about it he hadn’t sounded hopeful. And Dean didn’t want to get his hopes up anyway.
“We need to find our dad, find…” he stopped. Because he still wasn’t sure what exactly Sam and dad had told Lex about what they did.
Did he know they hunted demons and were hunting for one Demon in particular? If he told Lex that would his next stop be a straightjacket on the way to a mental facility?
“We’ll come back though, if we’re welcome.”
“Well I’ve got all the guest bedrooms, I’m pretty sure that your brother could fix one of them up to be his.”
“He likes pastels, and horses,” Dean said solemnly. “And if you could paint a mural with some fairies in it he’d probably agree to have your kids.” Lex arched a brow at him and Dean nodded, an expression of what he hoped was long held dismay at the fact that his brother was kind of a pansy on his face. “Tried to break him of it when he was a kid but he just loved those pastels.”
“Pastels and fairies,” Lex said. “Your brother strikes me more of the guns and, well, black to be honest.”
“You’d think that wouldn’t you, but nope. Pastels. Pink and purple in particular,” Dean smiled winningly.
Lex just stared at him, brow still arched.
“Amy wants to start having me do laps around the second floor starting tomorrow.”
“Isn’t that a little soon?” Lex’s expression shuttered and closed.
“Wounds are almost healed, they can’t keep me drugged and in bed forever.”
Dean said it matter-of-factly. Lex just looked at him as if to say ‘watch me’.
Definitely was going to have to start paying closer attention to what he ate and drank. Lex might be saying that it was okay for him to leave as long as he came back but Dean wasn’t going to put it past him to try and delay the inevitable leaving part as long as possible.
He wondered if Sammy would be willing to be his official food tester until they managed to get back on the road.
If Lex even let them leave without at least one bodyguard he would be shocked as all hell.
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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 9
It had taken some smooth talking on Lex’s part to get Lana to come back to the mansion with him. Promises that someone would tell her exactly what was going on and Lex figured that Sam could do that.
That had still taken hours; it was after eleven by the time they got back to the mansion that night. The house was dark, a peek into Dean’s room showed Dean asleep and Sam sitting by the side of his bed, head pillowed on his arms, also asleep.
Lana had gone directly into their room, hadn’t even paused to look into Dean’s and Lex felt a surge of anger on Dean’s behalf.
He hadn’t asked for this and he didn’t know how he would explain it to him if Lana chose to walk away.
Then Lex would have to choose. He didn’t like making choices like that, especially since he shouldn’t have to.
He closed the door to Dean’s room softly.
Lana was already in her pajamas, when he walked in she stalked across the room. Kissed him firmly and then spun on her heel, climbed into the bed and presented him with her back.
Obviously sex was out of the question.
He paused there, if he hadn’t just looked in and saw Dean asleep, Sam sitting beside him, he would have gone and sat with him.
As it was maybe it was best to go see him in the morning when hopefully cooler heads would prevail.
He didn’t notice the trend to begin with. Granted he was distracted with Lana’s continuing refusal to have anything to do with or go anywhere near Dean, even after Sam had sat and talked with her. Explaining with Bobby’s help and some input from Amy what exactly had happened to Dean while he had been Jason and living in Smallville.
Lana said she understood, but wouldn’t go into Dean’s room. Lex had wracked his brain for an excuse, any excuse he could give Dean.
Which he didn’t get to give him because when he resumed his 2 am visits Sam was there, always and Dean was asleep, always.
The first time he chalked it up to Dean’s continuing recovery. The second time he was slightly irritated, but Sam was asleep as well so he thought maybe they were reminiscing.
At least he wasn’t coming to the room and finding guns spread among the bed as the brothers disassembled them with competent hands, ribbing each other mercilessly about events that Lex had no knowledge of.
The third time he made a resolution to speak to Sam and put an end to this, Lana might be unsure as to whether or not she wanted Dean in her life but Lex had no such reservations.
Dean might not be Jason, not exactly. But he was close enough. And he had all the best parts and none of the insane attachment to his mother or psychotic breaks with reality that had him attacking Lex and the Kent’s.
He didn’t count his father in that because most sane people wanted to attack his father. Hell most sane people wanted to kill his father and were willing to do the jail time to boot.
Dean had Jason’s memories, he reacted to Lex’s hands on his skin in the same manner and had the same off beat sense of humor that made Lex want to alternately hit him and fuck him senseless.
As far as he was concerned Dean was Jason and if he had to get used to calling him a different name then so be it.
Of course then he walked in at 2 am the third morning and found Dean asleep, again, and Sam curled up in the same chair, head pillowed on his arms on the bed and decided enough was enough. Sam was usurping time that was his.
He might also have swore, and went to the gym and hit something but at least he hadn’t woken Dean up and demanded to know why it appeared he was avoiding him, which was good because all the it appeared the other man was doing was sleeping.
So he resolved to find Sam first thing in the morning and demand that he allow Lex his time with Dean. Of course then at 8 he walked into the kitchen to find Sam already there, two coffee cups on the counter, staring off blankly into nothing while he waited for the coffee to finish brewing and couldn’t find the words.
He must have made noise as he entered because Sam started sharply and then looked away quickly.
“Good morning,” Lex managed.
“Morning,” Sam returned, looking like he wanted to flee the room immediately and screw waiting for the coffee. With there being two coffee cups set out though he could guarantee that one of them was contraband for Dean and Dean did appear to like his coffee.
Possibly even counted it as a major food group and loved it more then he loved Lex and Lana.
Lex paused and wondered how to tell someone that he wanted alone time with his brother and make it not sound like there would be sex happening in the room if they were left alone.
Sam tapped his fingers against the countertop and looked as if he wished he were anywhere but there.
“Lana’s not been spending much time with Dean lately,” Sam commented idly. “They have a fight or something?”
Lex stared at him sharply, eyes narrowed. Because while Sam wasn’t looking at him, was staring at the coffee like if he willed it, it would finish brewing quicker, Lex felt like he was glaring at him.
“Or something,” Lex said slowly. Sam looked up and there was knowledge in his eyes.
“You’ve been spending time with him though,” Sam smiled thinly. “Or trying to anyway,” he amended. “You should just tell me to leave if you want to sit with him, instead of walking away.”
“I figured you were drugging him to keep him from spending time with me.”
“I don’t have a problem with the guy thing, if Dean’s cool with it, I’m cool with it. But you should know the longer it takes for one of you to come to him, the easier it’s becoming for Dean to leave.”
Lex looked over at him sharply. “He’s planning on leaving?”
“He heard you, you know that don’t you. He’d expected it, been waiting for it. Waiting for one of you to decide that he didn’t deserve to be here, that you didn’t want him here. As soon as he can move without bleeding, he’s already making noises about going. He wanted to leave days ago but Amy and I talked him out of it because he still can’t walk to the bathroom without stopping midway.”
The coffee maker stopped and Sam turned, busying himself with pouring coffee into mugs.
“Amy’s letting Dean have coffee?” Lex asked, changing the subject even though his mind kept winding around it.
Re-evaluating his plans, trying to figure out if he pushed which one would break first.
Could he convince Dean to stay faster then he could convince Lana that Dean belonged with them?
“I don’t think it’s so much she’s letting him have coffee, as she just doesn’t want to argue with him about why he’s not supposed to be drinking it. Besides he can be a cranky bitch if he doesn’t get his caffeine.”
Sam threw him a conspiratorial smile, Lex let his lips curve into one.
“You should talk to him, at 2 in the morning his defenses aren’t up as high. Plus Amy’s still giving him the good painkillers which throws his entire system out of whack,” Sam threw him a conspiratorial smile, Lex let his lips curve into one in return. “You could probably convince him to do just about anything.”
Lex nodded once in understanding. Sam studied him for a moment and then left, coffee’s in hand.
Dean first then, if he left, before Lex had a chance to talk to him… the chances of him returning under his own power was slim to none. If he talked to him, made things right between them, then there was always a possibility that if he left and things weren’t still right between Dean and Lana that things could be made right at a later date once Lana realized how much she missed him.
How much they needed him to be there with them.
So Dean first. Then he could spend all the time he needed to on Lana. Without having to worry about Dean vanishing into thin air.
When Dean woke up he thought maybe it was time to order Amy and Sam to dial it back a bit with the painkillers and sedatives.
Mostly because he was sleeping like 19 hours a day, and those five hours that he was awake he spent feeling hazy and not really there.
Of course Sam and Amy would agree to do that, but then would slip the pills into his food or his drink if they thought he still needed them.
It was like having two more parents that he already had.
Which wasn’t fair because he’d changed Sam’s diaper and potty trained him and made sure that he had lunches to take to school or money when he got old enough where brown paper bagging it was embarrassing for him.
He opened his mouth and turned his head to the left and stopped. Closed his mouth and stared.
Instead of Sam sitting with a chair pulled up right to the bed he found Lex sitting on the edge, far enough away that Dean hadn’t even noticed he was there.
“You sleep very heavily,” Lex commented.
Dean shook his head, because of everything he thought Lex would say to him when he finally deigned to grace him with his presence again… well comments on his sleeping patterns were totally not it.
Besides…
“Sam and Amy keep drugging me,” he said with just a little bit of petulance. Which Lex heard if the expression on his face was any indication.
“It’s probably the safest way to make sure you stay where you’re supposed to,” Lex mused and Dean could practically see the wheels turning in his head. He’d have to request a food and drink tester because he was sure that if Lex ever woke up and found him missing he would begin drugging him to keep him in one place.
“It’s not like I’m going to wander around and get myself hurt,” Dean rolled his eyes.
Which Lex copied.
“Past incidents would tend to disagree with you.”
“Look I can’t be held responsible for possessions or demon attacks. How many times of you been attacked since you moved here?” Dean asked sarcastically.
“Maybe you should think about drugging me to sleep at night as well then,” Lex smirked. Leaned over to place the papers and laptop that he’d been working on in the chair that Sam normally sat in and then turned onto his side.
Head propped up on one hand and he stared at Dean, long enough that Dean wanted to squirm and ask him what he was looking for.
“I’m sorry.”
Dean looked at him, flopped over on his back and stared up at the ceiling.
“When do you want us to leave?”
Lex was silent for long minutes and then Dean felt his hand against his arm. Stroking lightly and he hazarded a quick glance over.
“I want you to never leave, but I think if I were to try and keep you here it would take handcuffs and more drugs.”
“The handcuffs might be fun though,” Dean murmured, though his heart wasn’t in it.
Lex’s hand tightened on his arm and Dean turned his head, locked eyes with him.
“We’ll keep that in mind for later,” Lex said softly, smirk bending his lips.
There was an expression in his eyes that Dean had seen before as Jason. Normally when that expression appeared he had about 30 more seconds where he would be wearing clothes and they would disappear like Lex had waved a magic wand and banished them.
Dean tried to return the smirk, but the fact of the matter was, he thought it only a matter of time before Lex turned his back on him like Lana already had.
That hurt. Because honestly he’d been expecting the other, expected Lex to lash out and not want anything to do with him.
Not Lana.
“Lana doesn’t want me here.”
“Well luckily the house is still mine,” Lex moved across the bed, arm going over Dean’s chest as he made himself comfortable at his side. “And I want you here.”
Sometimes Lex bewildered him, made him want things he had no business wanting. Like a relationship and a home. He moved slightly, just a few inches and pressed his head against Lex’s shoulder.
Dean had been in the world long enough to know that good things didn’t happen to him without a cost. Lex wanted him now, wanted him to stay with him. In a month he could have guards physically removing him from the property.
He wondered which would hurt less.
“But for how long?” he asked softly.
“For as long as you can stand to be here, though when you leave I expect you to return,” Lex sounded stern. Sounded like his father giving orders.
Dean was sure that the moment he and Sam made the decision to resume the hunt that Lex would be handing them means for him to track them. And Dean would probably let him; he wondered if he could convince Lex to clear up the whole thing where he was wanted for murder in St. Louis.
It would be nice to be able to use his real name again. And if Lex didn’t force them to leave, if he still wanted him when Dean chose to go… well Dean was sure that Lex would hand them cards and money and probably the keys to a car that was well out of their price range and would look out of place at the $20 rented by the hour motels they normally stayed at.
It would be stolen their first night out and suddenly Dean missed his baby fiercely.
She’d been his best girl, had always done right by him since the moment Dad had given him her keys and told him to treat her like a queen and she’d always get him home. She’d been his first and only car and he’d never wanted another.
Bobby had her taken her back to his place and was going to work on putting her back together but the few times that they’d talked about it he hadn’t sounded hopeful. And Dean didn’t want to get his hopes up anyway.
“We need to find our dad, find…” he stopped. Because he still wasn’t sure what exactly Sam and dad had told Lex about what they did.
Did he know they hunted demons and were hunting for one Demon in particular? If he told Lex that would his next stop be a straightjacket on the way to a mental facility?
“We’ll come back though, if we’re welcome.”
“Well I’ve got all the guest bedrooms, I’m pretty sure that your brother could fix one of them up to be his.”
“He likes pastels, and horses,” Dean said solemnly. “And if you could paint a mural with some fairies in it he’d probably agree to have your kids.” Lex arched a brow at him and Dean nodded, an expression of what he hoped was long held dismay at the fact that his brother was kind of a pansy on his face. “Tried to break him of it when he was a kid but he just loved those pastels.”
“Pastels and fairies,” Lex said. “Your brother strikes me more of the guns and, well, black to be honest.”
“You’d think that wouldn’t you, but nope. Pastels. Pink and purple in particular,” Dean smiled winningly.
Lex just stared at him, brow still arched.
“Amy wants to start having me do laps around the second floor starting tomorrow.”
“Isn’t that a little soon?” Lex’s expression shuttered and closed.
“Wounds are almost healed, they can’t keep me drugged and in bed forever.”
Dean said it matter-of-factly. Lex just looked at him as if to say ‘watch me’.
Definitely was going to have to start paying closer attention to what he ate and drank. Lex might be saying that it was okay for him to leave as long as he came back but Dean wasn’t going to put it past him to try and delay the inevitable leaving part as long as possible.
He wondered if Sammy would be willing to be his official food tester until they managed to get back on the road.
If Lex even let them leave without at least one bodyguard he would be shocked as all hell.
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Date: 2006-08-14 11:04 pm (UTC)Stupid!Lana. (I understand her pov though. But still...)
But awwww.
Go Lex!
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Date: 2006-08-15 01:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-15 01:59 am (UTC)Now if Lana stopped seeing HERSELF for just a few minutes... D":<
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Date: 2006-08-15 04:52 am (UTC)