Dean walked quickly into the War Room, straightening his jacket as he looked around for his keys.  But he quickly realized that Sam had them, after all this time.  He had zoned out pretty much every part of his life since Mika died.  So, little memories were going to slip his mind.  Stepping up in front of Lexi and Sam, he scanned over Lexi’s face and lost his fight against licking his lips as he tilted his head back, “I’m good.  Let’s go.”

He simply turned and began running up the stairs to the garage.  He wanted to get into town.  He wanted to grab the groceries, and maybe a little time with Lexi, while he had her alone in a neutral location.  

As they managed to roll into town, after a short drive, Dean pulled up in front of an old mom and pop electronics store, stopping at the curb to let Sam out, “So, we’ll swing back around to pick you up in…around an hour?  Don’t get lost.  Don’t talk to strangers, and be polite.”, he teased Sam, glancing to Lexi with a smirk.

Inside the store, a young woman slapped her hand on the counter, before signing furiously at a very worried and very confused clerk.  He threw his hands up and tried to speak in wide words, “LADY!  I don’t know what you’re saying!  But if you’re going to be aggressive, I’m going to call the cops!”

The woman simply signed faster, and tried to mime writing on her palm, to show him that she needed a piece of paper.  She just wanted to explain to him what she needed, and to get out of the store before it got dark outside and she was stuck walking home alone in the dark.  She tapped her hand on the counter and tried again, wishing she could scream just to resist the urge to choke the man.