Dean turned to Lexi as Sam stepped out of the car, waving his hand dismissively at his brother with a roll of his eyes.  He smirked as Lexi climbed over the front seat, reaching an arm out to make sure she didn’t fall against the dashboard or anything else that she might hurt herself on.  As she sat down beside him, he couldn’t help his smile from spreading, just staring at her for a moment.

“So, supply run…as partners.”, he teased, placing the car back into gear, before reaching that hand over to rest on the seat beside her.  He didn’t want to be overly touchy, if she wasn’t into it, but to give her the option to hold his hand if she wanted.  Little steps.  Testing waters.

“I just have to keep my hands to myself, I guess.”, he said with a laugh, breaking any tension.  He drove to the grocery story nearby that was butted up against a small liquor store, a run he was used to making before he had gone into hiding.  It was almost a breath of fresh air to see the store again, and maybe he would see some familiar faces.  But first, he wanted to take a slight advantage of having Lexi alone, for five seconds.  He turned carefully and brushed a strand of her hair back from her face, just watching her eyes, “So, we probably have a few minutes.  It won’t take that long in the store and um…I…”

He leaned forward suddenly and covered her lips with his, cupping her cheek to bring her closer to him as his heart instantly hammered in his chest.  He deepened the kiss slowly, just brushing his fingers through her hair as he took a deep breath through his nose.  

Anya turned to look up at the tall stranger that was stepping in, trying to be the good guy in the middle of a fight that was just a second from becoming physical.  As he asked her if she was deaf, she widened her eyes and shook her head, pointing at her ear.  She slowed her hands down, and carefully signed to the man, hoping he would understand her.

“He can’t understand me and all I want is a stupid pen.”, she signed to him, but realizing that he probably didn’t understand her either, she flattened her hand in front of him, raising her eyebrows to make sure he was following along, and then she wrote on her hand with an invisible pen, before signing “I need…”

“Man, I have no idea what she’s asking for.  She keeps doing that, and I’m assuming she wants some sort of receipt or something, but she’s violent, and I’m not helping her.  Do you want a book or something?”, the clerk asked aggressively, causing Anya to turn furiously back to him, with a simple “Yes” hand gesture and “A Pen”.

She turned back to Sam, as the slow witted clerk scurried off to grab a notebook and something to write with and she thought about how to sign to him in a more understandable way, since he didn’t seem to know ASL either.  She placed her hand at her throat, and hissed with her mouth open, trying to tell him that she was voiceless, but she had her hearing, as she had explained earlier.  Not able to find a good motion for ‘frustrating’, she simply pointed at her temple and furrowed her brow as if enraged, holding her fists out toward Sam with a silent giggle.