Dean slept soundly through the night, his normal bad dreams and stress replaced by the familiar weight of a human next to him, pressing the blanket down around him, as well as the small noises Lexi made in her sleep, or her movements when she rolled over.  He didn’t even seem to have his normal ‘wake up in the middle of the night’ moment for more whiskey.  He simply…slept.

He didn’t notice Lexi leave the bed, but after several minutes, he opened his eyes and blinked at the wall next to his side of the bed.  He frowned, as the memories from the night before washed over his mind, and he remembered that Lexi was actually in bed with him.  She had stayed over.  Nearly fully clothed, yes, but she was still in his…

Dean rolled over quickly, and his eyes fell on the opposite side of the bed, a frown taking over his features.  She was awake before him?  Even in his depressive state, he always woke up before Sam and moved around the bunker before Sam could see him and strike up any conversation.  Then, it was easier to slip back into his room, have a mid morning night cap, and sleep until noon.

“Lexi?”, he asked quietly to the empty room, patting a hand over the blankets.  Sighing, he rolled back over to his back and ran a hand through his hair.  He half wondered if she had crossed some sort of personal line, in her mourning, and got too close to him.  Maybe he should have picked her up and carried her to her own room, so she woke up in at least her own space.

Before he could think too hard on it, Lexi’s voice rang out from not far down the hall, and Dean shot up out of bed.  She sounded as if she was in pain, and judging by her voice coming out through what sounded like gritted teeth, she was angry.  Was she fighting something in the bunker?  It was warded against almost anything on Earth, but that didn’t mean something didn’t follow her and Sam home, looking for some sort of easy captive meal.

Dean’s rational brain shut off for a moment as he rolled over the irrational thoughts, and quickly reached up under his pillow to pull his pistol.  He checked it for ammo, before springing from the bed, gun positioned high.  He bent his knees and walked over to the door, swinging it open as he rushed into the hallway.  He scanned the hallway from both sides with his pistol, and sighed with relief to find it empty.  But Lexi not being in the hallway only left a few locations if she was actually hurt.

“Lexi?”, he whispered as he slowly walked toward her room.  His footsteps seemed like cracking glass every time he took a step, until he finally reached her door and wrapped his fingers tightly around the doorknob.  He pushed her door open, and entered, scanning her entire room with his gun before his eyes fell on her, and he scanned her body, realizing quickly that she was holding her foot.  His abs rippled as he relaxed a bit, and placed a hand over his bare chest as his heart finally started beating again, “Are you okay?!  I heard a noise and…I just…reacted.  Are you okay?”