[h3] Dean [/h3]
Dean’s heart hammered away in his chest as Lexi tried to find a way to answer him.  He honestly wanted to lift a hand and wave her off to tell her that it was no big deal, and that he didn’t really want to talk about it.  The conversation made his stomach hurt, if he was honest.  But as she spoke up again, he couldn’t move.  He was honestly too afraid of what she was getting ready to say.

As she stepped in front of him, he couldn’t help but scan her eyes, looking for some sign of hope or at least a sign that he hadn’t just completely wrecked whatever it was that they had.  But instead, he saw a mixture of peace and nervousness, just as he felt in his own mind.

Her words pulled an honest smirk from the corners of his mouth, and he let out a sigh he didn’t even know he was holding, echoing her chuckle, “Not as bad as you think.  Liking me better than Sam is a good start…”

He linked his fingers with hers quickly, and ran his thumb over the tops of her fingers, “I like seeing where things go.  I’m just glad you’re better at saying what’s on your mind than I am…I’m a mess.  We are a mess…”

He chuckled again, and brought her hand up to his lips, kissing the backs of her knuckles, “We should probably check out and go check on Sam.  I would hate to see the bitch fit he throws if we’re not back when he’s ready to go…”

[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya waited for Sam to finish reading her words, not lifting her gaze until she heard his voice ring out, and she quickly raised her eyes to meet his.  She was in the right place.  She found them.  And she found Sam.

But as he asked about the deal she was offered, she furrowed her brow, a bit confused.  If he wasn’t a hunter, why would he care about her deal?  She was told to give that information directly to the Winchesters…not some cute stranger in a coffee shop.

But before she could pull the pad back, her fingers stopped close to his, holding the pen as he clarified why he wanted to know.  A wave of relief washed over her and she outwardly sighed with a small smile teasing her lips.  He was a Winchester.  Sam Winchester.  Biting her bottom lip, she fought the urge to get up and dance, as it seemed like this stupid goose chase had taken years off her life, only for her to accidentally stumble across a random computer nerd that happened to be an elite hunter.  What were the odds?

She quickly pulled the pad back toward her and began writing: 
“This man offered me my voice.  He said I could speak for the first time in my life, and I could be basically normal, and all I had to do was give him something after ten years.  Obviously I know this is a demon.  I’m not stupid.”

She paused, glancing to the side to decide how to word the next bit of her sentence.  Finally, she decided to just be blunt, “When I called him out on the whole thing, he said he would give it back to me for something else.  Something my dad had.”

She turned the pad back to Sam, for him to read but reached into her pocket for a piece of folded paper.  She unfolded the paper and laid it flat in front of Sam, showing an image of the Colt.