[h3] Anya [/h3]

Anya smiled brightly as Sam offered to take her on a tour of the bunker.  Of course she wanted to go.  This place was a fortress and it looked old and the odds of finding some crazy old artifacts or even just technology that was so outdated that it was rare were high. She listened to his explanation, frowning in a way to make him understand that she was completely in agreement with not entering any room the brothers hadn’t already gone into.  Obviously, in a place like this, there was no telling what would be behind an unopened door.  The thought kind of creeped her out.

She typed on her phone.  First a short message, that she silently laughed at, mirroring Sam’s thoughts, “Like the Tardis.  I’m a bit of a nerd for sci-fi.”

And then she typed another message, playing it as she reached out for his hand, making her first pass at what might be friendship, by linking her fingers with his.  She looked up at him with a smile as the message played, “As much as I love the room, I would like the Sam Winchester tour, please.”

[h3] Dean [/h3]

Dean went still as Lexi lowered the back of her laptop and looked at his face, telling him that the story was either going to be devastating, or at the least extremely serious, and likely never to be spoken about again.  Both options worried him a bit, considering he hadn’t known Lexi long, and didn’t want to potentially push her away with his nosiness.  But then she explained that it was a long story, to which he nodded, glancing down at the table and waving his hand for her to take her time.

He listened closely, frowning in sadness as she explained exactly how Nate had been killed.  It seemed as if he was an absolute innocent to the situation, which was honestly depressing.  But when she continued, he looked back up to meet her eyes, shocked by what he was hearing, but not…that much.  It was Crowley.  He was petty and self serving, like most demons.  They had their own dealings with him, most that didn’t end well, and somehow they were all still alive.  Unfortunately for Lexi, Nate wasn’t so lucky.

When she finished, he tightened his lips, glancing up at the ceiling as he took a long drink of his whiskey, finishing it off.  He reached across the table without looking at her, as he tried to find the words to use, and pulled the bottle toward him, topping off his own glass and then hers, “I’m sorry it went down that way…”, he said simply, not sure what else to say at first.

After a moment, he capped the whiskey, and sighed, “Unfortunately, it seems like that’s the game, you know?  You’re always gonna piss someone off, doing what we do.  There’s always going to be that one dick…like Crowley that will gain just enough of an upper hand to bring your whole world down.  It’s what you do after, that determines whether they win.”

As he went quiet, her eyes met his again, and he narrowed his own in a way that made sure she could tell he was deadly serious, “And Crowley didn't win.  He won’t.  When we get a chance, in the right spot, with the right weapons, I’ll make sure you get the shot.”