Dean couldn’t help wanting to offer to let her stay for a bit longer, just so they could have a real conversation about…well anything.  She just seemed infinitely interesting, and he was surprised that Sam wasn’t more interested in her. While she wasn’t totally his type, the stories her eyes could tell, without a single word was definitely something Sam was into.

“I would love to.”, he said a bit quieter then he meant to, when she asked to hear more about the Bunker and the Men of Letters.  The fact that she was the one that mentioned the conversation caused his eyebrows to raise as it landed hard in his brain.  She said ‘one day’.  She planned to come back.  She specifically wanted to spend time with him.

His heart fluttered once again in his chest, followed by a small but fleeting tinge of guilt.

As she stepped closer to him, her smile not fading, Dean’s intense green eyes locked onto hers, and he smiled back at her.  He attempted to get out of her way, as he stared at her, but neither of their bodies seemed in much of a hurry to move.  So, he made the first move, bringing a hand down to her hip to steady her, so he could get by.

His thumb brushing the skin of her hip caused his breath to hitch in his throat, and he leaned in close to her face, scooting himself to the side, just as Sam showed up at the door and Dean turned his head, his eyes wide, “Um.  NO!  No no no.  It’s a little um…a little tight in here.  We really should widen this little walkway.  Here…”

Pressing Lexi’s hips against the counter, he scooted past her and raised his hands, as if to try and prove to his brother that he had no ulterior motives behind the small touch, but his heart was still racing wildly in his chest as he stood by the door and crossed his arms, “Lexi um…she found the weapons you need and stuff.”