[b]SAM[/b]

Sam let her walk in and take in the surroundings that was the room she could call her own for as long as she wished to stay here at the bunker. He let her put her duffel down as he rambled on and on without him even realising he was doing so. 

When she pulled out the phone and speaker, he looked at her device with curiosity and wondered if this was she what she meant when she signed earlier about having things covered communication wise. He had to admit, it was basic enough in the design but impressive nonetheless. It was actually refreshing to know that he met someone who was seemingly as technologically minded as himself and not like Dean who would fall asleep when he tried having things explained to him. 

He listened when the speaker spoke out what she had typed, making him sheepishly run a hand through his hair and smile with a little chuckle under his breath. He then held his hand out back and shook her hand back, "I'm glad you're not mad. I don't normally mess up first impressions quite that spectacularly"  he chuckled, "So Anya, it's nice to meet you" he smiled. 

"As for the size of the room? They're all the same size. So... enjoy the space" he explained to her. He could understand where she was coming from though, he and Dean had spent far too many nights sleeping in the impala if they weren't sharing a motel room. 

[b]LEXI[/b]

As Dean went to the kitchen to grab the whiskey and glasses, Lexi sighed and wondered where the hell to start with this research. She could only think to start with looking online and luckily for her her laptop was still on the end of the table from the day before when herself and Sam were looking at various things, whilst Dean was still cooped up in his room. 

She walked to her laptop and grabbed it, bringing it back to the other end where her and Dean had seemed to chosen to work from, despite the war room table being pretty large. Flipping it open and turning it on, she pulled out a chair and sat down whilst she waited for Dean to come back. She wondered what was taking him a while, but decided it wasn't any of her business. 

When he did come back and said what he said, she nodded wishing she never had to hear the name of Crowley again. "oh, yeah. You're right about that asshat" she replied, her tone saying she knew exactly what kind of demon Crowley was and that there was clearly a long story behind it, but one she wasn't going to get into right this moment. Helping Anya was far more important to her than disclosing her history with Crowley. 

She listened to him say his worries about this investigation and she could honestly understand it. She had heard of the power of the Colt, heard the stories from hunters who wanted it as a power move against all things that went bump in the night. She even heard the stories from Sam about his and Dean's history with the gun, so much so she felt like she had it in her possession once when the fact was, she never had. Then came the last part of Dean's sentence that made her glance up from her laptop screen, "Understandable. I couldn't imagine letting a kid know about this world. I know you and Sam did but...things have changed even since we were kids" she replied. "I wouldn't want my kid scared of every little thing that went bump in the dark before fighting it all. Kids deserve a normal childhood" she said back. She may not be a parent, but that never stopped her in the past thinking if she could be. 

Her and Nate spoke about it once or twice, but every time they decided they couldn't bring a kid up as long as they were hunting. If they could have gotten out of the business then it was something they would have liked, but the world never gave them that opportunity. Shaking the thoughts of the past out of her head, she looked back at the laptop screen and typed in Anya's father's name in the search engine as a starting point.