𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬
lexi winchester had experienced hell and back. she had hunted every monster, killed demons, slain vampires. it was in her blood to kill. but when a nephilim came to be, she made a different choice.
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Life, as she knew it, was being reconstructed. The routine she had grown comfortable with had been abolished, and it wasn't easy to become accustomed with. While she would usually wake up to Sam pulling her out of bed to come on a hunt, she now woke up to the sound of chatter and heavy footsteps through the hallways. Apparently, the new residents didn't know the concept of whispering.
This distant sound of people talking and moving around became white noise as Lexi laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling that towered over her. The lamp beside her buzzed in her ear as her mind wondered over the many excuses she could come up to as to why she wouldn't have to leave her room. She feels sick, she has to redecorate, she died in her sleep. But dramatic excuses were pathetic, she had to get up. This lack of motivation to wake up had been going on for three weeks now.
Three weeks, also how long Dean, or should I say Michael, had been gone. Despite the constant bickering and disagreements Lexi had with her brother, she missed him. Even with all the new residents, bunker still felt empty without him. And as much as she hates to admit it, she missed fighting with him. Without Dean, she had no one to boss her around, no one to call a dick and not mean it, no one to tell her to stop being a baby when she got emotional. Of course, she still had Sam. But they always saw eye to eye, it was rare they would fight.
As well as Dean being missing, Lucifer's death caused another problem for the hunters. His vessel, Nick, was somehow still alive even after everything. Almost ten years of being possessed by the Devil and somehow, he lived. Lexi hadn't spoken to him, he didn't spend much time outside of his room. But she sympathised with him, she couldn't image the pain he was going through.
During these past few weeks, Lexi and Sam were brought closer together, he was the only one she'd talk to daily. She'd have brief conversations with Mary or Bobby, exchange a few words with some other hunters, even go on hunts with Alec, but Sam was the only one she'd have midnights chats with over a beer.
Lexi and Alec had managed to pretend their awkward encounter never happened and mutually agree to be hunting partners. Not friends, they never spoke to each other outside of hunts. There was no reason for this, they simply just rarely saw each other. Alec was always on other hunts or with his friends, other guards from the apocalypse world. And Lexi, well, she was always locked away in her room. Or in the bunker gym. She found that punching things relieved her of stress and distracted her mind. Distracted her from Jack.
Ah, Jack. The poor boy was going through hell. His grace was taken and he was human, which meant he was weaker and more fragile. He felt alone, and he needed someone. He needed his best friend, who was avoiding him. Lexi didn't mean to, she didn't want to ignore him, but she had a habit of running from her emotions. If she could, she would run into his arms and never leave. But she couldn't, it wasn't right, it wasn't safe.
