Dean smiled gladly at Lexi’s teasing, happy that she was at least willing to tease him back, and make the flirting that slipped from his lips a little less uncomfortable.  He took in the way her fingers brushed against his palm, and watched carefully as she ate the chocolate, biting his lip.  He scoffed at his own thoughts, and leaned back against the headboard of the bed, “Well, I think you’re gonna like this.  Get comfy.”

As the movie progressed, Dean made small comments about what was happening in the movie, while Lexi was still awake, but slowly, he could feel her relaxing against him, as she passed out.  By the end of the movie, she was awkwardly laid out across the bed, and Dean tried to figure out which way he wanted to move in order to not wake her, but to settle her in more comfortably.  His heart stuttered in his chest at what this likely meant.  He couldn’t exactly carry her and open the door, and get her into her room without calling Sam.  She would have to sleep over.  Swallowing heavily, he glanced down at the top of her head.

He slowly pulled himself from under her head, and with both hands, he lowered her head to the pillows beneath her.  Trailing his hand down her torso, he pulled at her legs to better adjust her head on the pillows.  With a sigh, he stepped back toward the closet, and pulled another blanket.  Walking back over to the bed, Dean shook the blanket out, and covered her with it, tucking it around her shoulders carefully.

As if he had no control over his hands, he watched her face as she slept, reaching a hand out to lightly brush a strand of hair from her face, and behind her ears, his thumb hesitating on her cheek for a moment.  He smiled softly, “I guess you’re sleeping over.”

Dean walked around to the other side of the bed, and he unbuttoned his pants, shoving them down and picking up his flannel pajama pants from the floor.  Pulling them on, he sighed and stared down at the bed, still feeling as if she might react badly, if she woke up next to him the next morning, despite being under separate blankets.  He pulled his t-shirt over his head, and tossed it aside, before carefully laying down beneath the blanket, “Not exactly how I thought tonight was going to go…”, he scoffed at the ceiling, before rolling and shutting the table light off.