Dean furrowed his brow, attempting to hide the way his heart sped up when Lexi smiled at him.  He turned his eyes to the floor and smirked with a small nod, “You’re welcome.”

His nod turned into a head shake, as she threw his joke back on him with a small compliment to his being decent company.  He glanced back up, seeing her fingers moving around, and his eyes briefly caught the tan line from her wedding ring.  His stomach clinched painfully, remembering for that brief moment that she was mourning too.

The reminder of his mourning washed over him and for a moment, he felt as if he was punched in the stomach, but he took a deep breath and shook his head to shake himself out of his painful daydream.  He raised his eyebrows at his brother’s kidding about his choice of entertainment while feeling sorry for himself and lonely.  

Dean mocked him, snarling his nose childishly, but when Lexi suggested that Sam retrieve more books while…HE showed her the armory, Dean swallowed heavily, bringing his hand to the back of his head nervously.  He shot a glance to Sam, as if pleading with him for help, and then turned his eyes back to Lexi.

“Um.  Y-yeah!  It’s not that hard to find, but I’m a pretty good guide.”, he muttered back to her, his lips curling up into a smile that ended up a bit more mischievous than he intended.