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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Approaching the building of Mia Vallen's office, Lexi couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh at the sight of the sight that read "Family Therapy." because God knows the Winchester's desperately need that.
"This is a dumb idea." Dean grumpily shared his thoughts as they all walked up the steps to the front door.
"Just follow my lead." Sam replied, standing next to his brother. Sam had decided that the only identity they could use in this situation was their own, with a few twists of course.
Dean scoffed, "Yeah, doctor's gonna eat our liver with some fava beans and a bottle of Chianti."
Just as they got to the top of the steps, a man left the building. He moved out of the way to let the four people past. "Hello." He politely greeted before continuing down the stone steps.
Lexi gave him an awkward but friendly smile as she let him past and followed her brothers up to the front door.
Jack paused at the top step and turned to face the man. He raised his hand like a student in a classroom and put on a kind smile. "Hello." He grinned at the man, who awkwardly nodded in return.
Holding back an amused smile, Lexi placed a hand on Jack's shoulder to guide him away from the man. "Come on." She whispered. She couldn't help but find Jack's odd greeting slightly adorable.
Entering the building, they all piled into the office. "Hello?" Sam called out.
As she looked around, Lexi noticed how neatly organised everything was. The white walls seemed freshly painted without a scratch on them, the floor boards were shiny and clean while the decor all suited the pristine theme. She had to admit, this shrink had good style.
"Can I help you?" A man asked, most likely the receptionist, as he stood behind a desk with a stack of paper in his hands.
"Yeah," Sam spoke up, "We're, uh, hoping to see the doctor."
"Oh, I'm sorry." The receptionist smiled, "You caught us right at the end of our day. Maybe tomorrow."
"No." Dean bluntly spoke, "Today's good. Like right now."
Lexi almost felt sorry for the receptionist. He seemed like a nice man, his welcoming smile and politeness made that clear, and Dean's rudeness was a little out of order. "Uh, we just need a moment of her time." She said, trying to make up for her brother's unnecessary disrespect.
