Lexi wasn't expecting the reaction she got by her remark of not liking chick flicks. Yet it seemed she said something absolutely shocking to Dean and to some degree Sam as well. She couldn't help the look of absolute bafflement creep onto her face at their reactions until the chatter moved on with Dean saying he could work with what she said. It was only afterwards that she suddenly realised his ex probably was a chick flick type of woman, which if the case surprised her as not many female hunters were that way inclined in the tastes. 

With Sam now gone, she had noticed how Dean went into the awkward silent type she first had met, which was why she asked him if he was good to go and start the movie marathon. She smiled at him when he said he wasn't used to Sam going to bed so early, but Lexi was convinced it was Sam's not so subtle way of making them be alone together as soon as possible. She didn't want to say anything to Dean about what she was thinking for fear of making him all the awkward. 

She followed him to his room and noted how it looked like a typical bachelor room but she could tell it had been recently tidied up as she knew that someone in grief wouldn't care about the state of their room, she certainly didn't at the time until Sam convinced her to tidy, and even helped her do so. She looked around when he gestured where the bed was and where the tv was, smirking as he called a 20" tv 'sweet'. "Didn't think they still made tv's in 20inches, and thanks" she replied, unable to not make some joke about the size of his tv, having been used to much bigger when she lived at home. 

She ambled her way casually over to his closet, deciding it was the safer place to go rather than a drawer and opening it, unable to quelch the curiousity of just how many clothes he did have, for someone who pretty much wore the same thing everyday. Opening it she really did see just how many flannel shirts he had making her raise an eyebrow before glancing over her shoulder as she saw him removing his jeans. 

At his comment about it being habit, she waved his excuse off like it was no big deal. "No sweat, don't bother me" she commented, picking one of his flannel shirts in red and black, luckily not one Mika used to wear. Little did she know the one that always favoured by Mika was the one to it's left in grey. The more worn out faded colored one but because of it's worn nature, it was the most comfortable in Mika's eyes. 

She perched on the end of his bed and pulled her boots off, not wanting to put her dirty boots onto his sheets. She may be a hunter but she still had some kind of decorum when in someone else's home. She then pulled her vest off over her head as it was grubby from the fight and with her back to Dean, switched the vest for his flannel shirt, doing up the buttons, her small frame almost being swallowed up in the shirt, one side of the collar slightly sitting off to one side and not close to the neck like it would do on him. This also meant the sleeves near enough covered her hands. 

Once half changed (she still had her jeans on), she walked over to his desk, her socked feet barely making a sound on the wooden floor, just a light patter sound as she walked. Looking at the box of films he had that he was pulling out and placed on his desk, she used her fingers to flick through the spines of the many dvds he had to offer, impressed with the collection he had aquired and the broad spectrum of films. She noticed the odd chick flick amongst the collection which she assumed were his ex's choices. "This one looks good, and one I've never gotten round to seeing." she commented, pulling out Se7en.