Sam Winchester, the younger of the brothers was pulling up outside the bunker that he and Dean had only relatively recently been living in with a passenger in his car. A dark auburn almost brunette headed woman. "So this is where you live now Sam?" she asked him, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow and a smile on her face. "Yeah, Dean is no doubt still in but you probably won't actually see him. He's been moping in his room for weeks now" Sam replied with a sigh, turning the engine off and taking the keys, shoving them in his pocket. If he lost the impala's keys he knew Dean would kill him, whether his brother was grieving or not. Opening each door, they stepped out, grabbing their bags off the back seat as they did so and after Sam locked the car up, he lead the way inside the bunker with the woman following on behind, finding it highly intriguing as well as admirable that her friend and sometimes partner in hunting actually had somewhere permament to stay. Once inside it didn't fail impress her, as it showed it was so much bigger than it could possibly look on the outside which made her almost smirk to herself and attempt to refrainf rom sniggering, but it was no good as Sam knew her well enough to know exactly what she was thinking. "Lexi, if you say anything about it being like the tardis from Doctor Who I will disown you as a friend" he smirked, Lexi chuckling. "Sammy you gotta stop knowing me so well" Lexi replied as they descended the slightly spiralled metal staircase, onto the main floor where a large long table with old vintage lamps ontop of them reminding her of old public library lamps. "Ah that will never happen" he retorted back, gently nudging her shoulder with his own. Dropping their bags on the table, he gestured for her to follow him to the kitchen which she did so gladly. Sam figured they both deserved a beer after the drive but before they got stuck with their noses in books to try and get more information about the hunt Lexi had found herself on and required the help of the younger Winchester boy. "So Dean still struggling with the death of his girlfriend then yeah?" she asked a bit tackfully but quietly just incase Dean showed up out of nowhere. She didn't know Dean personally, but Sam had told her about him before and why he sometimes was hunting with other hunters and not with him. She actually knew what it felt like and although she didn't know the man, she did feel sorry for him. She too once lost someone she loved dearly in a hunt, or more to the point, was taken from her as they were discovered and used against her. Her fiance wasn't a hunter and she did everything she could to keep him safe and away from the hunting life. She kept her life away from her life with her partner, determined to keep living a double life her entire life if it meant he remained safe and alive. Yet it was a fruitless endevour because the shapeshifter she was hunting was also hunting her and found her fiance, killed him and instead of taking on his appearance, it stood above his dead body waiting for her to return where she found it and him in her home. Her fiance's throat apart, gashes all over his body and his eyes open wide in fear but whited out as death took ahold of him. It was a sight she would never forget but was the most satisfying kill of a monster she had ever done. It was the day after that she had met Sam and with his help, she buried her fiance and gave him a hunter's burial to keep his body and soul free from being ressurected or used against her again, as well as giving him peace so he could move on up to Heaven. "Yeah, I've tried everything but the only time he left his room properly was to kill the demon that killed her, ever since he only leaves if he needs the bathroom or to grab alcohol pretty much. Otherwise I don't see him ever" Sam sighed, handing her a beer bottle after opening it for her which she took gratefully and took a swig. "poor bloke, but I get it" she replied, walking with Sam back to the main room where she sat down at the table casually and Sam went and got the books they needed. Bringing them over to the table once they were found, he dropped them down with a small thud as most if not all were hardback, letting Lexi grab the top book and bring it toward herself before continuing to open the book and flip through the old pages. Sam put his beer down and glanced toward the bedrooms pondering on whether to check on his brother or not, "sit your ass down Sam, if he shows, he shows" Lexi said to him and it seemed to work as Sam did as he was told, sitting down opposite her and grabbing the next book on the pile, flipping it open and began flicking through the pages.