Sharing Dean Winchester

Chapter 3

Lexie POV

I sit on the chair in the small kitchen of the nondescript motel room pulling on my thigh high boots. They aren't the most practical boots for hunting. They're good, however, for concealing syringes of dead man's blood, which is all I'll be able to keep on me. The basic, black, figure hugging dress and small leather jacket don't leave much room for weapon concealment.

Benny found a group of six vamps who have taken four female victims from a local bar so far. Benny couldn't locate their nest because they are moving too often. Benny called in Dean for reinforcements, with the added bonus of me.

I'm acting as bait, not for the first time in my hunting career. However it is the first time I've been bait since Dean and I started our business arrangement.

Dean is totally against the idea. He didn't have a problem verbalising it to me and Benny whilst we hashed out the details. His anger-creased eyes, deep, growly voice and flexing jaw muscles have been appearing from time to time, since we made the plan yesterday, an obvious indication of his displeasure every time he gets the chance to voice it.

Dean stands at the end of the bed loading his gun, shoving bullets in the clip.

"How long are you gonna be pissed at me for?" I question zipping my boot.

He slams the clip into the barrel, "for as long as you go along with this dumb ass plan."

"I'm more than capable of being vamp bait." I exhale frustrated, he's breaking our rules. "I'm not a damsel in distress, remember?"

"Until something goes wrong and you become one," He growls angrily, spinning to face me, and throwing his gun into his duffel bag on the bed. "There are too many variables. Too many things that can go wrong."

"You and Benny will be right there the whole time. You just gotta let it play out."

His eyes get darker, his tone more clipped. "You mean sit and watch some random dude grope you again."

We spent last night in the bar, waiting for the vamps to show up. Dean and Benny played pool whilst I sat alone at the bar in the hopes the suckhead would try to pick me up and take me back to his lair. The vamps didn't show but I did spend the night being chatted up and flirting with an average looking dude called Donnie. I had to play along in case the vamps were there, had to make it look like I was alone and available. When it was evident Donnie wasn't the suckhead we were looking for, I let him down gently. I walked back to the motel alone, just in case the vamps were around. Dean arrived back about thirty minutes after me, I know he was surprised and pleased to find me alone.

Whilst talking to Donnie I saw Benny restrain Dean twice, stopping him from coming over to interfere. I don't know if it was because Donnie's hands were creeping ever closer up my thigh making the green eyed hunter jealous that it wasn't his hands, or he thought Donnie was the vamp and wanted to rescue me.

Since we started sleeping together a few months ago, Dean has ruined other men for me. I've hooked up with three other guys, but they just didn't satisfy me. I couldn't help but compare them to Dean and, as soon as I started the comparison, they didn't stand a chance.

I've had enough one-night stands to know most men aren't interested whether I get off or not, they just want to reach their peak. However Dean is all about making it about the both of us, pushing my buttons until I fall over the edge, over and over again. He likes it when I keep him in a state of anticipation, bringing him to the cusp of nirvana then making him wait so we can find it together.

There's something about the way he looks at me that makes my insides burst into a firework display of desire and longing. I desperately need him when his eyes claim mine the way they do, even if he's already inside me at the time. When his focus is solely on me, he's not thinking about monsters, demons, his own nightmares. When he's with me, when we're intimate, that's all he sees. He's completely relaxed, unburdened, his sole purpose to make me feel ecstasy and I do every single time, multiple times. Other men just don't compare, at least the ones I meet on the road.