Dean chuckled as he pulled back from the kiss to Lexi’s forehead, standing up straight.  He shook his head, with a dramatic pout and squinted his eyes, “Don’t worry about it.  I didn’t shoot anyone and…that…happened.  So, after some coffee, we can call it forgotten.”, he held a hand out, before clenching it into a fist and turning to open the door.

He almost paused as he stood there, holding the doorknob.  The temptation to turn around and just hang out with her, in whatever way she would have him, all day was strong.  But he turned the doorknob and stepped out into the hallway, only to nearly yelp as Sam’s voice rang out, shattering the quiet of the hallway, “Jesus Christ!  You can’t just sneak up on people like that Sam!”

He held his hand over his chest, bending slightly at the waist as he glanced up at his brother and shook his head, “Everything’s fine.  I was just checking in with Lexi after she um…she tripped and it’s a bit of a maze in some of the rooms, you know?  She’s good.  We’re good.  I’m starving.”

Dean cringed at his own awkwardness, as he pushed past Sam and walked down the hall in front of him, toward the war room.  He didn’t even stop when he entered the war room.  He simply walked quickly into the kitchen and stepped over to the sink, turning on the cold water.  He cupped his hand under the cold water, and splashed it over his face.  He stood and shook the water from his hair, before grabbing a bar mop, and wiping his face with it.  After a moment of holding the towel over his lips, he reached up and grabbed two coffee mugs, one for himself and one for Lexi.

“Just act cool.  She’s not going anywhere and things will be weird if you keep acting like a shy little choir boy…”, he muttered to himself, stepping over to the coffee pot.  He pressed the button to turn it on, and sat the mugs in front of it, “And this is good.  All is good.  You’re good…”