[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean popped the trunk of the Impala as soon as they reached it, still laughing at the fact that Lexi actually believed he would let her buy him a beer when they went out.  As she approached, and began putting the groceries in the car, he raised an eyebrow.  Sam hadn’t texted either of them.  Odd.  Maybe he was talking to someone.

“That’s weird.  But also not weird.”, he grumbled and then closed the tunk as Lexi made a joke about Sam’s ability to research on the road. She was right.  Somehow Sam’s wifi always seemed strong, whether or not they had cell service, “Eh.  It’s those nerd powers he was blessed with.  Dude can read a book in two hours, and can research almost anything in the middle of the woods.  Nerd.  Power.”

He laughed out loud, and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door for her.  Once she was inside, he shut the door and jogged around to the drivers side, “But I do think he’s fine.  He probably found some old lady to have a compelling conversation with about gardening…or whatever my brother reads about when he’s alone.  On the other hand, you wanna grab some coffee?”

Dean glanced over at her,  after putting the key in the ignition.  Without pausing, he leaned across the seat, and placed a quick and tight kiss to her lips, pulling back to scan her eyes for a yes or a no.

[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya nearly rolled her eyes as Sam began to explain why she shouldn’t be a hunter.  She had heard it before, from her father and from hunters.  But after being involved, she was marked, right?  Knowing what she knew, she was already doomed.  Why not be equipped to handle what was coming for her, if something was coming for her.

She began to sign her frustration to him, trying to cut his words off with an argument, but she remembered almost immediately that he didn’t understand fluent sign language.  So, instead, she pulled the notepad over as he finished speaking with a huffy sigh.

[b]“I’m already in this world, and I don’t appreciate being spoken to like some weak little girl.  Everyone that I’ve ever watched die treated me that way, and guess who survived.

ME.

You don’t know anything about me, and if I made a mistake by coming to you, then fine.  But I have reasons I don’t want to discuss on a piece of paper for why I want to learn.”[/b]

And with that, she punctuated her sentence aggressively, and slid the paper back toward him, sitting back and crossing her arms with a huff.  It was the same song and dance that she dealt with the last time she was around hunters.  And although Sam didn’t seem to treat her like an object at least, she still wanted to plead her case.