If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away

We Meet At Last

Just a warning in advance: This will be a sad story. It may not start sad, and it might not be sad in the middle, but the ending will be painful.
I should know; I lived it.
It was worth every second. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Well, without further ado, this was my time with Sam and Dean Winchester:

I was in my apartment, reading my latest find: Maximum Ride Forever. It was killing me. I heard the door click unlocked and was forced from my fantasy, which wasn't all that bad, considering what was happening in said fantasy. Putting my book down, I slid a knife from my jacket pocket. Of course, it could be a demon or a ghost, but that was highly doubtful. Such monsters don't pick locks. As I got closer, I heard voices. People. Two males, from the sound of it. Great.
I stood beside the door as they walked in, talking in hushed voices. After they came in a little ways, I came up behind the second one and put the knife to his throat. They didn't notice me. They must be awful thieves, or whatever the hell they are.
"Damn," he said.
The first one turned around, causing me to realize he had said Dean, not damn. "Son of a bitch."
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" I demanded. House is one word for it.
"What the hell are you doing with a knife at my brother's throat?"
Brothers? Good. That should give me some leverage. Unless they're like my sister and me. But that most likely is not the case, since they're here together. Either way, he shouldn't have said that. If I was some weird sadist that would not be good for them.
Focus, Lexie, focus.
"Well, you just broke into my house, so I think I have a right to be somewhat suspicious." I snapped. "He won't be hurt if you have a damn good reason."
"You'll think we're crazy." The guy in my grasp said.
"Sam, shut up." Dean snapped. "Can't we get a light in here?"
"Kind of preoccupied." Asshole. But Sam and Dean? "Winchester?" I asked, incredulous.
"Depends. Who's asking?"
Winchester it is.
I released Sam. "Why are you here?" I traded the knife for a gun.
"Everyone's in danger," Dean said, crossing his arms.
I flicked on the light. "Vampires?"
Slowly, he nodded. "Vampires," he agreed.
"I've got them."
"Why don't you let us help?" Sam spoke up.
I must say, I expected them to look more... intimidating. They're actually quite adorable, if not attractive. Very attractive, actually. "You're busy hunting down a demon, are you not? With yellow eyes?"
"You know anything?" Dean asked, eagerness drenching his words.
"Sorry, no." I said. "I was proving a point."
"What point?"
"Well, it was originally that you're busy and probably don't have time, but now that I think about it, you two should really keep a lower profile."
"You're telling me." Sam muttered.
"What do you have on the vampires?" Dean asked, ignoring my advice.
"The nest is down the road. There were six, but I ran into one attacking a little girl and had to kill it. And then there were five."
"Did it change the kid?"
I tensed up, and my tone turned cold. "That doesn't matter now."
Killing a child is the hardest thing to do. Even if you know the child is already dead.
They were both silent for a moment, and then Dean spoke up again. "So when do we get to kick some vampire ass?"
"I was going to go tomorrow at noon."
"Why?" They looked at me like I'm crazy.
"The sun's brightest then."
"The sun doesn't-"
"I know the sun doesn't kill them. But it hurts like a bitch." I'm not stupid.
"You're good." He nodded in approval.
"I'm Lexie. And I'd still like to know why the hell you broke into my house."
"Sorry about that. We thought it was empty."
"Do your research."
"Think we could crash here for the night?"
"Sure. There's a spare bedroom at the end of the hall."
"You can put that gun away."
"I could." I agreed.
"What do you want to do, sign a damn peace treaty?"
Rolling my eyes, I slid the gun back into my pocket. I guess I have to trust them now.
"Do you mind if I go on to bed?" Sam asked.
"Sammy, how are you tired? You've done nothing but sit on your ass all day. Are you having those nightmares still, Sammy?" There was such care and concern in his tone. It was so sweet. Okay, I don't even know them. Why am I literally about to cry because they're nice to each other? Lordy mercy, what's wrong with me?
"I'm fine." He said forcefully. "Where's the bedroom?"
"Last door on the left."
"Thanks, goodnight." He disappeared down the hall.
"Is he all right?" I asked quietly after the door shut.
"He gets like that sometimes."
I nodded. I understand.
"Maybe after all this is over, I can buy you a drink?" He smirked.
He wants sex, not a drink-well maybe he does want a drink, but in this case he just wants sex. Assumably. "It's never over, Dean."
"Well, the vampire thing at least."
"I could... But I won't."
"Why?" He seemed almost incredulous. I suppose he doesn't get told no often, especially with looks like those.
"Because I say no."
He blinked.
"Not used to that, huh?" I raised my eyebrows.
He scratched the back of his neck. "Well."
"I'm going to bed. You're welcome to stay in here and cogitate that idea, just cut off the light when you go to bed. Goodnight."
"I'll be going to bed too. 'Night."
He paused in the doorway. "Hey, Lexie? Why no to the drink?"
"Wrong place, wrong-"
"Do you always write in blood on your walls, or is this a special occasion?" He asked, staring past me into my room.
I turned around, following his gaze. "Well, shit." I said.
On the wall behind my bed, written in blood, were the words, "Back off, bitch."
"I think they know you're here." Dean said unnecessarily as he followed me inside. He dipped his finger into the dripping substance and brought it to his nose. "Human blood." He confirmed, also unnecessarily. For a moment, I had thought he was going to taste it...
Is that really the best insult they could come up with? Wow. They suck. "Don't you DARE wipe that on your pants, Dean Winchester. Go wash your hands."
"I didn't-"
"But you were going to."
Grumbling, he went into the adjoining bathroom. He emerged with a wet towel.
"That'll smear it." I said. "I'll clean it up."
"I can help."
"I got it, thanks, though."
"Maybe I should stay in here tonight. You know... to keep you safe."
"Scared?" I asked with a smirk.
"I'm not. Figured you would be."
"Well, neither am I." I'm not some damsel in distress. "Your... assistance won't be necessary."
"Sleeping with you has got to be more fun than sleeping with my brother."
Gross. I should hope so. "You like sleeping on the floor?"
"Not really, no."
"Then you should sleep with your brother."
Chuckling to himself, he lifted a hand in a wave. "'Night."
"Goodnight."
Honestly, I was a little scared. Not that I'll ever admit that to Dean. Ever.
Finally, I fell asleep around four o'clock with the light on and my face on a book.
I was awoken by someone stepping into the room. I kept my eyes shut as they gently removed the book from under my head. As they turned off the light, I opened my eyes. Sam was leaving my room.