Dean barely noticed that Sam had followed him into the kitchen as he picked up the pot from the coffee maker and filled three mugs carefully.  But when Sam mentioned his mumbling, he scoffed and almost whipped around to just tell Sam what had happened between himself and Lexi.  But after thinking about it for a few seconds, he simply turned and leaned against the counter, bringing his mug to his lips, while he slid Lexi and Sam’s mugs across the counter if they wanted them.

“I had a weird night sleep, that’s all.  We’re dreams.  Weird pain in the neck.  I had to have a conversation with that side of my brain.”, he explained, raising his eyebrows.  He took a long drink of his coffee, watching Sam’s face to see if he believed him.  He was paranoid at that moment, that Sam would just figure out he was nervous around Lexi, more so than normal.  

As Lexi stepped into the room, Dean nearly choked on his coffee, and he carefully sat his mug down on the counter beside him, watching her step into the room and greet Sam.  She was a much better actor than he was, and as she played off everything, just commenting on the beds, Dean smirked and nodded, “Good!  I’m glad to um…I’m glad to hear you slept good.  I was worried.”

He stared at her face, trying to catch her gaze, but he also kept Sam’s gaze strong in the corner of his vision, in case he was onto them.  He reached to his side, and picked up the mug he had prepared for Lexi, holding it out to her, “You up for a quick trip into town later on?  I don’t figure Sam has much going on, and we desperately need food.”