[h3] Dean and Anya [/h3]

Dean watched the way Sam acted around Anya.  So warm, which was his nature, but he could tell that Sam had either stepped in it and was trying to make up for something he had said, or he was a bit fascinated by Anya.  Both ideas made him smirk a bit as they stepped away.

Anya however, couldn’t help but return his smile.  She wasn’t sure she was his biggest fan after the way he wrote her off, especially when Dean pretty much jumped on helping her immediately.  But as he agreed to settle her in, she nodded with a smile, stepping in close to him in case the dangerous stuff Dean had talked about was somehow attached to the walls.

“Um yeah.  We should probably get ahold of some people from wherever she’s from…see what we can find out about the people her dad hung out with.  That might be the best place to start.”, he agreed, walking around the war room table to clear some books.  As he stacked them, he noticed that Sam took up for Anya as if they were somehow asking too much of her, and he narrowed his eyes, “Sam we just…”

Holding his hands up in surrender, he continued stacking books with a sigh, but Anya shook her head with a frown, glancing up at Sam before walking back over toward the table, as if to say ‘it’s no problem at all’.  She pulled the paper she had shown Sam from her pocket, and unfolded it with one hand.  Turning it over, she tapped her finger against it, showing that she had been down this road before.  Her dad’s name was written on the paper, along with his date of birth, the last person he was seen with, and the day he died.  Taped to the paper was a photo of him, from a few months before he died.

She looked up at Lexi’s eyes, and smiled softly, doing her best to sign with her one hand, “A place to start at least.”, before backing toward Sam to follow him to her room.