[h3]Dean[/h3]
Dean was pretty happy with the small smile he saw on Lexi’s face as she took in his joke.  But her own joke caused him to flinch, though he knew she was joking.  He feigned heartbreak, holding his hand over his chest as if she had shot him in the heart with a gun.

“A little perfume and I lose her hand forever…”, he joked, his eyes closed.  He chuckled loudly, and grabbed the side of the cart, following her as she weaved through the isles.

“So since you’re staying…”, he muttered, bringing up the most awkward thing he could think, at the most awkward moment he could bring it in, “How exactly do we balance…the us thing.  I mean, not that I think Sam would care, considering he roots for any woman that comes within a mile of me to be in my face and all that.  But…I was just you know…wondering.”

He cringed at how awkward the spiel sounded, and cleared his throat, “I guess what I’m trying to say is…do we make this a thing thing?  Or just…a thing.”

And again he cringed, closing his eyes and dropping his hand in defeat.  Hopefully she would catch onto his line of thought, but he highly doubted it.  Mika was always the only one who could decipher his manic moments.

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[h3]Anya[/h3]

Anya watched Sam’s face after she turned the pad around, a bit surprised at the opening and closing of his mouth.  He was frazzled.  Something she had said had frazzled him.  But after a moment, he spoke and Anya sighed with relief, but quickly gasped when he asked if she was a hunter.  Her brow twitched as she gave quick thought to her next words, but didn’t want to show enough emotion or thought to give herself away, too much.

She pulled the pad back, turning the page so she could write a pretty long explanation, wishing at that moment that she had her laptop or phone nearby, just to make things a bit easier to get out to him.

“It’s complicated.  I know of the hunters.  I know hunters.  And when I asked a hunter I was following about a deal I was offered, and all that…they pointed me to the Winchesters.  It took me forever to try and find them, but if you say you know them, I think I’m in the right place.  It doesn’t hurt that I like your company.”, she finished writing the last sentence, holding the pen against the paper for a moment as she reread things, and with a small cringe on her lips, she slowly turned the paper toward Sam, not looking up to make eye contact.