Sharing Dean Winchester

Chapter 4

Lexie POV

A crackle of flashing lightning illuminates the grey sky, outside the safety of the Impala.

A change in road surface under Baby's tires causes me to look from my book to Dean. Wondering why he's pulling over. "You okay?" I question, as he shuts off the engine.

"Yeah. Look," He points out the windshield toward the sky. Large, ominous, almost black, rain filled clouds are rolling toward us at a steady pace. We're driving into a storm.

My smile radiates happiness and my eyes pool with crystal shimmery tears. He remembered I love storms, he's stopping so I can enjoy it. I trail my fingers up his cheek, scratching my nails through his few days old scruff, and guide his head down to kiss me gently. His lips are so light and subdued, I'm not sure he's even kissing me, it's infuriating and sultry at the same time.

Lightning flashes behind my closed eyes.

My hunger to taste him increases, I need to feed my appetite. He must have read my mind because he runs his tongue against my bottom lip. I meet his tongue with my own and he greedily grips my waist, his fingers clutching my hip bone.

He tries to haul me into his lap, but I pull away as the hammering rain joins the lightning. "Come on," I grin sliding away from him. I'm out of the car as the next spark illuminates the now blackened sky.

I walk to the front of the car and stand staring at him as the rain pelts down on me. I'm beaming brightly, like a happy kid on Christmas morning. "COME ON!" I shout over the hurtling rain on metal.

Dean's image is blurry through the cascade of rain on the windshield, but I can see he has a goofy, ear-to-ear grin on his face. A long, low, angry rumble of thunder joins the chorus of the rain. He rolls the window down to talk to me, just a small crack, so the unrelenting rain won't enter. He chuckles at my childlike wonder, "get back in here."

I spread my arms wide, throw my head back to look up at the angry sky. "You're going to get struck by lightning!"

I ignore his concerns and slowly start to spin. I've turned one hundred and eighty degrees by the time Dean reaches me and pulls me under the umbrella of his jacket, held over his head.

I drop my arms and peer up at him through my rain-drenched lashes. The storm continues around us, the lightning and thunder so close together, it must be directly above us now. The rain batters down atop his shielding jacket. "What do you like so much about a storm that you risk a lightning strike?"

I giggle, "it's raw, unapologetic, natural. Doesn't discriminate. Its beautiful, reckless, flawless." I sound awestruck but I don't care. "It can break a tree in two or amp it up and rip a house from its foundations. But it also feeds the earth, gives life to the same things it can destroy."

I wait a beat whilst the thunder sounds. The world goes silent, the storm continues around us, but under the canopy of his leather jacket, it's just us. I feel the light bubble of enthusiasm in my chest rise making me speak rapidly, too eager to get my words out, "We see some messed up stuff, on an almost daily basis, things I can't explain. I can explain the lightning, I understand the thunder, its science, its a reaction. A storm travels for miles, hundreds of people might see it but it's never the same. It reminds me that all the storms I face, I'm not alone, how insignificant yet necessary all of them are."

My voice is full of passion, understanding, conviction. Dean seems like he's in awe of me for a minute. I'm not sure what I've said or done to earn the intensity in his eyes. I feel naked under his gaze, and, before I become too self conscious, I smile somewhat shyly, "Listen," I command.