[b]SAM[/b]

Seeing Anya smile and sweep her hair behind her ear made him smile more. It showed him he was doing much better at portraying himself than he previously had. He let her take back her phone to type a new message and as he listened to the reply he couldn't help but laugh at the obnoxious computer generated laugh that came from it at the end of her comments. 

As her smile dropped and a frown overtook it's place, he looked confused at her, wondering what it was that had her changing facial expressions so rapidly, noticing her look passed him and out toward the hallway again. He wondered for a split moment if she was thinking about the other two doing the research to help her, it seemed his internal questions were answered however when she began typing on the phone again and her query came through via the ai voice. "Ah yeah, I can give you a tour if you want? Some places would be better not to go in, we haven't fully made every room safe yet ourselves and I'm pretty sure there's some rooms we haven't even found ourselves yet, but the ones I know about? I don't mind showing you" he explained. 

"Would save you getting lost in this place, it's bigger than you'd think" he smiled and chuckled, refraining from making a doctor who tardis reference in case she didn't understand it and end up showing himself up for a massive nerd. 

[b]LEXI[/b]

When Lexi brought up Crowley, she didn't even notice Dean's eyes narrow at first as she had gone straight to her other comments about his previous comments on kids. She didn't even take into consideration on what his opinions are on kids or having kids. 

She gave a nod of thanks when he poured her a glass of whiskey, pushing it toward her as she had her eyes on the laptop, only to find Dean asking the question she had hoped he wouldn't ask or even take much notice of. Grabbing her whiskey glass she took a sip of it as she sighed, partially lowering her laptop screen so she could look at him properly. If she was going to explain the story then the least she could do, is let him see her whole face as she told it. 

"It's a long story but I'll try and keep it as short as I can." She warned him, swirling the whiskey in the glass slowly. "Crowley came to me once. Soon after Nate was killed actually. A shapeshifter I had been hunting was also hunting me back, and to get it's upper hand on me it broke into my house and murdered him..." she started talking, needing to take a split moment to gather herself. "So anyway, turns out that Crowley gave the shapeshifter a heads up on my location and is the cause for Nate's death. At some point I had somehow crossed his radar and pissed him off on a demon hunt of mine which lead me to some artifact which once belonged to him. He wanted it back, came to me days before and asked for it back but I had already sent it off to another hunter who stores such items. That pissed him off and out of retaliation, he found out a shapeshifter wanted revenge on me and Nate ended up in the crossfire" she finished explaining, trying to hold it together as best she could. 

She still found it hard to accept in some ways, and she would never forgive Crowley for having a tempter tantrum to end all temper tantrums resulting in Nate's death. The guy was innocent in everything, just wanted to be a successful photographer and his life ended prematurely because she handed over a damn artifact. Taking in a deep inhale and exhale, she mentally shook off her emotions and looked at Dean in the face. A light that came into her darkness and about the only good thing to have come from the whole thing a year ago. 

She took another large swig of her whiskey, only now realising that her hands were even shaking from mentally revisiting that horrific night. Coming home and finding her fiance's neck slashed open and laying in a pool of his own blood, with the shapeshifter standing over him triumphantly. Even to this day, she was so thankful for Sam arriving just in time and being there for her before she did something she'd regret as it would have meant she never would have met Dean.