Dean raised an eyebrow at Lexi’s description of her typical dangerous brand of concussion.  He would probably be even more paranoid if she looked that way, if he was honest.  He wouldn’t even want her to touch anything soft, in case she passed out and didn’t wake up.  He sighed, and shook his head with a small smile, “Well, let’s not go down that road.  I said it was just a small concussion.  So, a little beer and some RNR and you should be fine…but you’re a guest and I don’t want to take any chances, despite my brother being a good nurse.”

He laughed a bit, and watched her face as she agreed to watch a movie with him.  His laugh faded and he tapped his fingers on the table in front of him as Sam stepped back into the room, and Dean’s gaze only left Lexi’s face when Sam began passing out drinks.  He picked up the coffee pot and poured himself his first cup of coffee, turning his eyes to Sam.

“So, I think we’re gonna be up a while.  I’m gonna try and pick a movie that won’t bore Lexi to death faster than her concussion kills her.  You gonna be okay?  There’s only so much room in my bed.”, he explained to Sam with a cock of his eyebrow and a snigger as he took a drink of his coffee, “Unless you want a floor pallet.  I’m sure we can work something out…”

He turned his eyes back to Lexi with a teasing smirk, and held his cup close to his mouth, before taking a drink, amused with himself.  Now that they both seemed okay, he could relax, even if Mika was still haunting the back of his mind, after the situation before Sam and Lexi came back home.  He shuddered, pushing the thought aside and sat back in his chair, relaxing for a moment while they all sat around.

“And why do I have a feeling you’re dying to talk to me about something?”, he asked, turning his eyes back to Sam’s face.