Dean kept his gaze, smiling a bit wider when Lexi met his smile, after asking about Sam’s wellbeing.  It was hard not to notice that they seemed on the same page, or maybe it was her concussion.  Either way, her eyes were warm and she seemed to appreciate his efforts to make sure she was okay.  He didn’t even notice Sam looking at him, mulling over the way he looked at Lexi.

He tore his eyes away from her for a moment, to look at Sam, “I want you to keep an eye on your own head, stubborn ass.  You need anything, you don’t hesitate to come get me.  I’m not doing anything, anyway.”

As Sam stood up, and asked if they wanted anything from the kitchen, Dean sighed and crossed his arms, glancing between Sam and Lexi.  Maybe he was rusty, but he felt like they both needed to be watched over.  He hadn’t seen injuries come into the bunker in a while.  Then again, he hadn’t been out of his room enough to check Sam over in a while.  He turned his head toward Sam as he stepped toward the kitchen, “Yeah.  I’ll take a cup of coffee.  Or rather a pot of coffee.  I’m gonna be up a while.”

He gave his brother a look, confirming that he was going to stay awake to listen for Lexi, just in case her head was worse off than he thought.  He planned to just hang out at his desk and watch some bad tv after she turned in, or maybe he would go and sort through the vault down from his room, so he could be closer to her room, and could hear her better.

“You sure you’re good?”, he asked Lexi, turning his eyes back to stare at her with a serious look.  He tapped his fingers on the table, and raised his eyebrows, his gaze a bit intense as he scanned her face, “I don’t know your tolerance to this sort of thing, but if you want, you’re welcome to come watch a movie or something, until you ride out this six hours.”