If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away

Certain Death

It's amazing what'll bring me down. I've been shot, stabbed, cut, carved, hit, pushed, you name it. I'm fine with any of that and have even killed some things while hemorrhaging. 
It didn't even hurt at the moment it happened, so I just pulled my finger out of the car door that I'd so intelligently just slammed it in.
It proceeded to hurt like a bitch.
"Fucking hell!" I said, my vision went black for a moment.
"What?" Dean asked, giving me a weird look. 
"I slammed my finger in the door." I felt nauseous and dizzy and I wanted to cry. Black dots continued to come every time I blinked.
Dean grabbed my hand and looked at my finger. "We'll get you some ice." He said, trying to hide a smile. Was that bitch laughing at me dying?
"I don't want ice."
"Why do you need ice?" Sam asked, finally tuning in to our conversation.
"She slammed her finger in the door."
"Let me see."
"No." I said."
We sat down at the diner. My vision finally came back to normally, but my finger fucking hurts.
"And can we have a cup of ice too?" Dean asked the waitress.
"We don't need one." I said, holding my finger in my lap.
Dean grabbed my hand and held it up for the waitress to see. "Ice."
"Ice." The girl agreed, looking appalled.
"You're an asshole." I told Dean.

My finger was throbbing and it hurt so badly, but I'd never admit that to Sam and Dean. I sat on the bed, draping my hand over my head to lessen the blood flow. Dean sat at the table, and Sam paced in front of me. I reached for my knife and started to cut my finger, but Sam grabbed my hand away. "What the hell?"
"I'm cutting it."
"Why?"
"So it'll stop bleeding! Let me go."
"No!"
"Sam!"
"Lexie!"
"Dean!" I complained.
"What?" Dean scowled at us. We probably interrupted his Asian cartoon porn.
"May I please cut my finger?"
"No!"
"Ha!" Sam went back to pacing.
"You guys are assholes." I said irritably. I need this bitch to bleed. "Come over here." I jerked my head.
"Me?" Sam asked with a surprised look.
"Yeah."
He came over, and I pulled him onto the bed beside me. He gave me a bewildered look. "Did you slam your head in the door too?" He asked.
Completely ignoring us, Dean got up, took off his shoes and shirt, threw them on the floor beside his bed, and laid down.
I cut off the light and pulled Sam's arms around me. He responded by moving closer and kissing my head.

My finger stopped hurting, but kept throbbing for the next few days. Then it quit throbbing and just looked gross. It annoyed the hell out of me, though. It really limited the things I could do. My nail was being pushed off, and if I touched anything with that finger, I could feel it coming off. I tried to pull it, but it wouldn't come. It'd have to grow out more.
I could still kick anyone's ass, though. I kicked Dean's when he tried to assist me.
I finally realized that if I painted my nails black, the blood under the skin would just look like a godawful paint job, as long as you didn't look at it sideways. Then you could see the blood bubble under the nail. But this way I wouldn't have to wear a bandaid to avoid disgusting both others and myself.
Now, we were tracking vampires at some emo dance club. My nail polish fit right in.
"Here you go, Lex. Your dark and depressing strangers." Dean joked.
"I must admit I like this place." I said truthfully.
I had posted a bunch of shit poetry we'd gotten off the internet on this website and agreed to meet some hot vampire at this club at 8:30.
It was 7:30. We got here early to get a good watch set up.
"We've got an hour to kill. What are we supposed to do?" Sam asked.
I shrugged, sticking close to their sides and dreading having to leave them.
"C'mon, Lexie. Let's dance." Dean said.
"Um, no."
"Yes, go." Sam smirked.
"Um, no." I repeated. "Dean, I don't--"
But he already grabbed me and pulled me out onto the dance floor.
"You're a fucking asshole!" I yelled over the music.
"Sorry, can't hear you!" He smirked.
"I'll kick your ass!"
"You love me too much!"
"Don't count on it!"
I let him move my arms, but otherwise didn't move.
"Come on, have fun for once!" He shouted.
"Gross!" I laughed, but then I saw him. He's early as well. I stood on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "He's here."
Dean ducked and ran back over to Sam. They spoke for a bit, then split up. I made my way to the bar and ordered a drink to make it look like I'd just gotten there.
"Alexis?" A deep voice said from behind me.
I turned around to see the leather-clad possible-vampire I'd been talking to for a while on the internet. Fun times.
"Anthony." I smiled, focusing on trying to calm my racing heartbeat, which, if he was a vampire, he'd be able to hearZ
"Nervous?" He said in a low voice.
"Why would you say that?" I took a sip of my beer.
"I can hear your heart beating." He put a cigarette in his mouth.
"Just social anxiety. Crowds aren't my thing." I shrugged, like I wasn't freaking out. "Can I have one?" I nodded at the cigarette.
He held out the open pack to me and I took one. He lit it before lighting his.
"Thanks." I said. It's been forever since I've had one of these.
Oh, shit. Sam and Dean are watching. They'll kill me.
Oh well.
"Your poetry was really good, Alexis." He said as we slid into a booth. This bitch had best not touch me. Sam's already pissed at me for this whole bait thing.
"Oh, thanks." I smiled. Somebody's got bad taste in the arts.
"Can I show you something?" He asked in a low voice, leaning closer.
"Sure." I said, hoping it wasn't some fake and that he wouldn't pull out his dick. He smelled good.
He pulled up his lip, and a fang detracted from his gum. Vampire.
I pretended to look on in fascination.
"This is what you want? You're sure?"
"Of course."
"Your heart's hammering."
"It's quite the commitment. Vampires mate for life, right?"
"I see you've done your research." A slightly creepy, slightly attractive grin spread across his face.
"Yeah." I smiled.
He stood and offered his arm. "Shall we?"
"We shall." I took his arm.
As we walked out, I went along with the conversation, giggling girlishly at the right moments.
We walked down the street a bit until he came to a stop in front of a door. He kissed me and put his forehead to mine. "Ready?"
"Yeah, but I just have to say something."
"Go on."
"I've been wanting this for quite some time. Thank you."
"Hey, any time." He grinned.
"Oh, and one more thing."
"Yeah?" He sounded like he was getting impatient.
"I'm sorry."
During his short moment of confusion, I took the knife from my pocket and stabbed him. He lunged for me, but I cut off his head.
Sam's hands were on my arms before he hit the ground. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You smoke?" Dean demanded.
"I wasn't thinking. Sorry."
"What the hell?"
"Now's not the time." I rolled my eyes as vampires started flooding out of windows and doors.

Dean and Lexie had no idea where Sam had gone to, but Lexie was hurt--badly.
"Sorry, Lexie." He said, pressing down on the large, deep wound to her abdomen. "Not dying."
"You said I could die peacefully if I kissed you." She scowled, sounding tough even though her voice was weak.
Where's Sam?
"I lied. Sorry." He shrugged, resisting the urge to look for his brother. He'd want to see her, to be here when it happened. "You'll be okay."
"Shut up. You two get out of here." He knew she probably wanted to see Sam too, but she wouldn't say it. She was like that.
"Not without you, babe. Let's play 21 Questions." He suggested.
"Dean." She sighed.
"I'll start. Do you have any tattoos?"
"Hell yeah."
"What?" He was genuinely shocked. "You do?"
"Yeah." She smiled at his surprise.
"Where? What?"
"You're so cheesy." She laughed, sitting up straight.
"If you don't tell me I'll just look."
"Okay, okay. I'll tell you." She laughed weekly.
"Please."
"I've got a dandelion on my back, and a rose on my thigh. That's it so far."
"You want more?"
"I did." She smiled. "It was mostly to spite everyone who said I wouldn't do it."
"Ah, I see."
"Don't let Sam, you know, do anything stupid."
"I'm not going to watch you die."
"Then leave."
"Not an option." He blinked quickly, not wanting to let himself cry just yet.
"Stop freaking touching me."
"Now, why would I do that?" He smiled a little, not moving his hands.
Sam ran in. "Lexie? Dean?"
"Oh, shit." Lexie muttered.
Sam ran over, tears already spilling down his cheeks.
"Go away, Sammy." She said quietly.
One hand still on her side, Dean put his other arm around his brother's shoulder.
"No, Lexie. No. This isn't going to happen. You'll be okay." Sam's voice cracked.
"Too bad. Go away." She didn't want him to watch her die.
Sam leaned forward and kissed her. He pulled back.
"I love you." She smiled. "Both of you." Her chest shuddered, and she went still.
No.