Dean was awkwardly silent as he and Lexi walked through the store.  She didn’t seem to want to talk much, but at the same time, the silence between them was heavy, as if she had something to say.  But he let the silence lie for a while, just enjoying the simplicity of grocery shopping for a bit.

However, when she zoned out while near the deodorant, Dean recognized that look all too well.  He watched her, before grabbing something for himself, and spritzing it in the air with a smirk, “What do you think about this one?  I mean, if you’re gonna be riding around in the car with me, I might as well smell good, right?  Unless you’re more of a flowers and…powder? Type?”, he teased, picking up another brand that had more of a soft powder scent.  He held it up with his eyebrows raised.

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Anya watched Sam’s face as he began to explain himself to her.  She stared between his hazel eyes, knowing that usually she would have instantly pegged him as a man with way too much baggage.  But, as he kept talking, she felt the weight of empathy hit her chest and she chewed on her bottom lip a bit.  

She could relate heavily to being dragged all over the country for some arduous task of her father, or nothing at all other than him running from his problems.  Then, only to find herself continuing that stupid path when she was out on her own.  She narrowed her eyes for a moment, wondering if Sam was a hunter.  But she quieted her mind and tilted her head to the side at his question.

Pulling her pad, she wrote down her answer, “I can relate.  I’m here on a ghost hunt of sorts.  I guess.”

She turned the pad to him and sighed, before pulling the pad around to her again, trying to think of how to ask him the next question she had.  If she didn’t play her cards right, he might think she was some crazy stalker, or possibly a murderer trying to track down people he knew…or didn’t know.

“Do you know anyone by the last name Winchester?”