Dean melted into the kiss as Lexi returned it gladly.  He wasn’t surprised, but at the same time, he couldn’t help the jolt of electricity that flooded down his spine.  He leaned forward, tempted to lean her back onto the seat, the fact that they were in public leaving his mind momentarily.  But then she pulled away from the kiss, and Dean gasped, still holding her face in his hand.  He chuckled breathlessly at her comment, “Yeah…I definitely think you should…”

As he said the last words, he squinted his eyes sarcastically, and tilted his head to the side, “We should probably get in there. Sam’s whiney when I leave him waiting anywhere, and I have a feeling that you’re sticking around.”

He chuckled softly again, leaning in to press his lips gently to hers one more time, before forcing himself to release her.  He pulled back, trailing his fingers across her cheek as he reached for the door handle.  He stepped out of the Impala and ran around to her door, pulling it open for her, just trying to keep a passive expression on his face, despite how much his heart hammered away in his chest.

“When we get back, I might just have to convince you to have another movie night with me.”, he randomly blurted out, wincing with gritted teeth the second the words left his mouth, and he turned his eyes down toward the pavement.  Kicking himself, he took a deep breath and mentally shook himself.

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Anya smiled back at Sam as he understood exactly what she was trying to say, and with a smile, nonetheless.  She shrugged, and waved off the newness of the clerk, even if he was so rude to her.  She knew that the language barrier was strong with ASL and spoken languages.  She just wondered how much Sam knew.

As Sam held out his hand, Anya stared at it for a few seconds, before taking it with a small smile.  She shook his hand, and then as she pulled her hand back, she signed out her name, letter by letter, but sighed as she realized Sam probably couldn’t understand her, or maybe that was one of the few things he would know.  A lot of Americans seemed to at least know most of the alphabet.

She didn’t have to worry long, as the clerk came back and shoved a notepad and a pen into Anya’s hands.  She quickly scribbled down her name, with a tiny heart next to it, and turned it around to Sam with a soft smile.  Turning the note pad back around to herself, she wrote down a list of things she needed, and tore it out, handing it to the clerk.  He read over it, and sighed, “Miss…I’m going to have to order half of these parts.  I hope you have a couple of days.  We don’t keep a lot in stock around here.”

Anya rolled her eyes, and scribbled on the paper again, “Fine. Call me when it gets here.” And her number underneath, tearing the paper out and handing it to the clerk, before turning back with Sam.  She wrote a single word on the piece of paper, and turned it to Sam, “Coffee?”

Realizing that she was asking him out without any context, she quickly turned the paper back toward her and wrote, “For helping me and not being a dick.”, and she turned it back to him.

“Just keep that.  Consider it an apology for the delay, and…a little help with your friend.”, the clerk said with a smirk, folding the paper in his hands, before turning and walking back behind the counter.  Anya stared up at Sam and shrugged her shoulders.  She then signed to him, to test his knowledge.

“I’m nice.  I promise.”, with a small giggle.