[h3] Dean and Anya [/h3]

Dean frowned as they approached the table, and he noticed that not only was the girl signing, meaning she was deaf?  He assumed?  But also, it looked as if she was leaving in a hurry.  What had Sam done to deserve this kind of attention?

Anya glanced up at Dean and Lexi, assuming they were waiting on the table at first, but then Sam stood and asked for a compromise and her head whipped back to face him in shock.  She honestly didn’t expect him to concede so easily, but the look on his face was hard to ignore.

She sighed through her nose, her shoulders dropping as she folded her arms across her chest, a sign she wasn’t willing to discuss this any further, but then he mentioned his brother, and she turned to scan over the two people she thought were waiting for a table.  Pulling her hands from their pretzel, she slowly signed, “Fine.  But I’m not dumb, just because I can’t speak.”

She hoped he would at least understand that small sentence enough to respect her, and then Dean spoke up, “So, this isn’t how I expected to find you.  Who’s your friend?”

“Anya.”, she sighed quickly, barely looking at Dean before turning her eyes back to Sam for confirmation.  Dean flinched and his face scrunched in confusion as he turned to Lexi and held his hand out.

“Am I supposed to know what that means?”