[h3] Dean and Anya [/h3]

Dean sighed, and gave his brother a look as Anya turned to him and apparently had been expecting him to say ‘yes’.  He shrugged his shoulders, “Then let’s go.  You guys head out and I’m gonna get Lexi some coffee, like I promised.”

He gave Lexi a mixture of an apologetic and a hopeful smile, and guided her to the counter as Anya, stepped up to Sam.  She didn’t even bother saying anything to him, but led he way outside.

[h3] Back at the Bunker [/h3]

“Don’t touch anything that’s isn’t clearly labeled.  If I can’t hear you scream, I don’t know you’re hurt.”, Dean ordered to Anya as they decended the stairs.  Dean had circled the Impala around to her hotel room, to grab her things, which were now slung over both shoulders.

She looked around the expanse of the room, as everything came into view, and stopped at the bottom of the stairs, turning in a circle.

“And we’re gonna have to get one of the white boards for you or something, some way for you to talk.  I don’t know any other way for this to work.”

Anya frowned, snapping her fingers at Dean, before patting her bag, to let him know she already had it covered.  She then pulled her fingers across her throat to tell him to stop giving her orders.  She would be fine.

“Fine.  Sam…keep an eye on her.”