[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya pulled her phone back, and held it close to her chest as Sam shook her hand.  The small touch and the niceties toward each other nearly caused her to take a nice deep breath, but she didn’t want to seem overly relieved around him.  Not that he was doing a good job of hiding his own relief.  She giggled silently and pushed her hair behind her ear when she had her hand back, nodding her head at his comments about the room.

“I’m sure I’ll find some way to fill the space with my existence.”, she typed on her phone, playing it with an obvious laugh.  She then dropped her smile as a thought came to her mind, and she frowned, trying to decide how to ask her next question.  Glancing past him toward the hall, she finally gathered her thoughts and began typing again.

“So, what else is there in the bunker?  Obviously if you live here, you’ve explored.”

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean narrowed his eyes momentarily as Nat’s words about Crowley rang back into his mind.  He would have to bring it up the second he decided how.  He didn’t often come across other hunters that had the displeasure of dealing with the dick head demon.  But if she knew of him, maybe she was more fitting for their little life than he originally thought.  Red string theory and all that.

When Lexi brought up kids, after he had let his own opinions of hunters kids slip, he went still. Lowering himself to his chair slowly.  He had never really wanted kids.  Hell, he still couldn’t imagine putting a kid through any part of their life, bunker or not.  Sure, they would be safe, but for how long?

He poured a glass of whiskey for her, and then poured one for himself, dragging a journal toward the space in front of him before glancing at her face over the top edge of her laptop, “Um…not to bring up anything uncomfortable…you know, considering, but how do you know about Crowley?”, he said, changing the subject.